poemchallenge by @margaretwise - The nectar....

Like a butterfly, man goes from one moment to other in search of nectar,

But unlike the butterfly many times the man suck in poison,

Still he couldn't help himself in quest of his search for nectar,

nectar comes, feels the man with its essence, yet with time the flow ends somewhere like a dead river,

But the man never stops in his quest, because his ultimate goal is to find nectar,

Yet may be the ultimate goal of nature is to burn the man with poison, so that man will be eligible to hold the never ending sea of nectar.

So where is poison then, as may be it is nectar in disguise