Butterfly
Butterfly wasn’t feeling cheerful
The sun just didn’t feel right.
Summer was supposed to be joyful
Not full of disaster and plight.
The children within her grew tired
She had carried them long and far
But a leaf she had really desired
Was not found in this horrible jar.
The sun she could see was exhausting
Her wings could not carry her on
This burden she carried was costing
Her children wouldn’t last until dawn
Her troubles were piercing her chest
But her life was slipping away
Lay them and hope for the best?
Or let them die with her that day?
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7:59 pm on February 2nd, 2007
quite nice!