There I saw this nervous butterfly
Searching for a secure place to land
To calm her tiring pair of colourful wings
But scared and afraid to trust strangers
Having disowned by her own little group
I knew what she was going through
A thing called trust deficit we all face it
I had to do something in the next few moments
Not sure how could I help the little flying wonder
Clueless I just spread my palm to give her a choice
Lo and behold I can see her sitting on my palm
Trust such a beautiful thing happens in unlikely places
We often get it where we least expect