A/N: This is for my English pastiche assignment, based off of Margaret Atwood's poem "Butterfly" I got an 87% on it so *shrugs* not my best work, but I'm proud of it~
Green eyes
It seems like just yesterday
She was but fifteen
Although young, she limped and crawled desperately
Down the path they call life
Along the dusty dirt road
Filled with sharp rocks and toxic water
Not suitable for drinking,
Her dusty footprints lay in the sand
To be blown away with the oncoming tornado;
Her tattered clothes unable to shield her frail body.
She walks gingerly down the path, watching every step she takes
She can see the glares of tarantulas, scorpions, poisonous frogs and snakes,
Cacti, tumbleweed, the scorching desert sun.
It was an endless battle.
Part of her wants to feel cool water;
But her silent screams went unnoticed.
The other part simply wishes to understand why.
One day, when all hope seemed lost
At a crossroads in her life
She spotted a pair of vibrant green eyes
Flecked with gold and full of love and compassion
That was the day, at that very moment
Her life was beautiful once again.
The world around her changed
The cool rain fell, the grass grew, and flowers bloomed,
Birds, bees and butterflies were fluttering gracefully around her.
Her tattered clothes now a gown made of fine silk and precious jewels.
Those gold flecked emerald orbs came and went frequently,
And when they left, she could feel the beautiful world dying around her.
She fears one day the perfect world around her would disappear forever
And so she would spend the rest of her young life
Praying for those blessed green eyes to stay.
