The Butterfly

The garden was a peaceful place

No trouble of to speak-

Until the little butterfly

Had a purpose she need seek.



Matters of the heart you’ll see,

Were never far from her mind.

And on one normal afternoon

She left the green behind.



“I’m leaving” said the butterfly

“I’m going far away”-

“To a place where no one can find me,”

“A place where I can stay.”



And so she flew above the trees

And though the wind did blow-

She never tore her wits away

That place which she must go.



The days would pass and nights keep long

But the butterfly still knew-

That precious hearts and all their parts-

Needed protecting too.



She took off to the mountains,

But the cold would never do.

She met sunshine by the ocean-

But did not like the view.



“Where can I go?” She asked the sky-

“To save my broken soul”-

“On little ones like me” She spoke

“The world does take its toll.”



But no clouds could spare a whisper-

No bird would give her a thought.

While everything kept turning,

The butterfly sat distraught.



Her wings were growing weaker-

Fatigue taking its dues-

But the butterfly pushed forward

Fearful her soul she would lose.



But day turned to week,

A week to longer still

And though intentions good

The butterfly fell ill.



She could not go on any further

And her breathe began to wane-

The butterfly’s heart was quiet-

Her soul lost all the same.