Fluttering down,
Crash landing softly,
Standing back up,
To try again.
This butterfly's strength,
Amazes the crowd,
Consisting of me,
And my thoughts alone.
It flutters around,
Trying to climb,
Up through the air,
With its broken wings.
Trying to fly,
Like it did in youth,
When its wings were strong,
And full of life.
But now they are weak,
Old age has a toll,
And falling again,
Its body stays still.
The first thought was death,
But no, not quite yet,
Quite simply resting,
So to try once again.
Starting to flap,
It's up in the air,
It flies for a minute,
Before failing with years.
Many minutes of rest,
For one minute of sky,
The odds out of favor,
As the butterfly dies.
It flutters again,
Before collapsing on ground,
Its wings slowly closing,
Before falling down.
The crowd's eyes are wet,
For a brave flight it was,
But now it's the end,
An endless doze.
Death had overpowered,
Flying straight down,
Leaving the body,
With broke wings on the ground.
A moment of silence,
A moment of awe,
A moment of sadness,
With a moment of love.
Such a small little bug,
But fighting for life,
Its powers were gone,
But it stilled tried to fight.
An example for all,
This butterfly's strength,
An example of life,
And of death's cruel charade.
But hopefully now,
Its wings can soon fly,
In a meadow of flowers,
And the bright blue of skies.
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Yes, I saw a butterfly die... </3 It was really sad for me and I wrote this to honor it....*And yes, I DO know its not the best poem, but it was all I could come up with :\*
Thanks for reading, y'all :) You guys brighten my day,
<3 Lilly
P.s. The pic on the side is of the type of butterfly I saw....*A red spotted purple butterfly*
