A Butterfly

Death is but a door way for you and me.
We grieve for the lost and God hears our pain.
The love that is lost, is not lost but for only a little while.
Our tears that sometimes flows like a river will soon be gone.
But our memories will always be.
We vow not to love again, but love is only a word.
But as the butterfly flies, you will see the next sunrise.
You can feel the chill in the air, but soon it will be summer.
And the cold wind will be gone.
Again you will see more butterflies.
And as a little cocoon that opens, you will spread your wings and fly up into the sky.
And the wind will come and go to where we don’t know.
And someday you will have a new friend,
And just maybe, you may love again like a butterfly.
In the end you will see death is only a door way and you may love again.