The Butterfly
Winging across the sunlit sky
In the morning bright and new
A butterfly I chanced to spy
Dappled with hues of green and blue
I reached my hand and caged it round
And trapped its beauty close inside.
In distress wings beat without sound
And so my hands I opened wide.
Her leaving causes me much grief
For beauty lost my heart does cry.
And yet her stay was bright, though brief,
She lightened uo my winter sky.
The change she wrought shall still remain
Lest I ever see her back again.
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So...this has been floating around in my head for awhile, based on several conversations with several people...The imagery needs some help, but there it is.
In the morning bright and new
A butterfly I chanced to spy
Dappled with hues of green and blue
I reached my hand and caged it round
And trapped its beauty close inside.
In distress wings beat without sound
And so my hands I opened wide.
Her leaving causes me much grief
For beauty lost my heart does cry.
And yet her stay was bright, though brief,
She lightened uo my winter sky.
The change she wrought shall still remain
Lest I ever see her back again.
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So...this has been floating around in my head for awhile, based on several conversations with several people...The imagery needs some help, but there it is.