You are the Chosen, by nature
To unravel the secret code of life
We follow you, like pilgrims
Tracking along in the mysterious forest
To see you return to the origin of your life
We worship your kingdom
In the high mountains deep in Mexico
There, millions of you, beautiful and proud
Together huddling on every branch of the sacred firs
In your complex of glittering golden temples
On your migration path, like humans
The first generation is weak in body
But strong in mind, in mapping out
All critical moments and every turning point
In seeking a better place for future generations
Your DNA sets the seasonal clock for
Chasing after the sun
In migrating back and forth in a loop
Your DNA is written with your ancestor’s dreams
In expanding your horizon to survive
Through the journey of thousands of miles
The yearly migrations are imprinted
In a magical relay race of a few generations
Under the challenging clouds
Millions of you glorify the sky
In carrying out the most scared task
Of the transformational monarch butterfly
S.P. Ma
June 2020
Another beautiful, visual, ethereal piece of poetic prose. - Tom
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