They looked for inspiration everywhere,
in a raindrop, in a moving cloud, in a ray of light,
they looked for inspiration in a sound carried by the wind,
in a melting snowflake.
Within their thin wings rested many dreams,
their patterns didn’t need to look the same,
in silence, in movement, in a world made of little details.
the universe was such a tiny place to carry all they feel inside,
so they looked for it even though they only lived for one day.