In a field of butterflies,
One flies damaged not too high.
All the others laugh and shout,
You dont matter just give up.
In a field of butterflies,
One tries hard to touch the sky.
All the others are above
So the little butterfly gives up.
In a field of butterflies,
On the ground where no one flies,
Lies a little butterfly,
Broken and beaten by the world.
In a field of butterflies,
On the ground where no one flies,
Theres a special little place
Where all the prettiest butterflies lie to rest.
YOU ARE READING
The Wild Flowers
PoetryLife is so unpredictable. You never know what the real meaning of something is. So I hope you have fun trying to find the real meaning of all of these. After all, who doesn't love deciphering late night poetry.
