Life Span

And just like a butterfly,
She flutters by
Royal vibes
Of blue wings defined
By glints of silver.
Tickled playfully
By warm yet unpredictable breezes.
All too often struggling
To maintain flight
Through constant shifting seasons.
She battles tirelessly
Though most often reaches new heights.

And they see her from afar.
Want to seize her
With their nets.
To capture the beauty and vulnerability.
Make it their own.
She must be swift
To avoid certain regret.

And as if a game
Played by small children,
Of collecting caterpillars and chasing
Happily during springtime.
Enjoying the enlightenment
Brought on by glowing
Rays of sunshine.
She plays along
Trying her best to cherish
Each experience.
Though too often unnoticed,
Solitary is her existence,
As is her soul, destiny, and path.
Before long,
Her short time will have passed.


~ by butrfly on December 22, 2009.

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