Upon the ground
I saw a lovely moth
who's wings were badly tattered,
And many people strolled on by
as if it hadn't mattered,
As he lay so lifeless there,
abused an dearly battered,
I crouched on down to say hello,
an to also say goodbye,
tho not to cry a single tear
not one inside my eye,
do you wonder why at all?
well do you wonder why?
well all I have to do right now,
is look up to the sky,
this here is a messenger,
my grandmother said to me,
a sign of transformation,
an healing you will see,
allow for the quiet child,
let it be- just be,
so I get down to pick him up
crouched upon my knee-
I see lovely little moth
be meek an have humility,
I move him onto the grassy place,
I say a thanks again,
thank you for the visit now
my sacred little friend
And I shall never forget you either.
Ma Cherie © 2017