For want of a nail the shoe was lost , For want of a shoe the horse was lost , For want of a horse the rider was lost , For want of a rider the battle was lost , For want of a battle the kingdom was lost , And all for the want of a horseshoe nail .
- Benjamin Franklin
The aromatic spring air brought about the dance of the butterfly . It sat on her finger with fluttering wings with colours swirling and blending as playful as waves on the sands . Dazzled by the iridescent glow of the wings , her thoughts wandered . The massive floods in Asia , droughts that plagued Africa and now COVID-19 . A cause so tiny that is not even visible to the naked eye , with catastrophic effects rippling throughout the world . The thoughts travelled alongside the fluttering of the wings , like a radio frequency , that was calm and intense at once . Perhaps all in this universe , is related . The fluttering wings became a flash camera for the universe and filled her with a sense of gentle serenity .