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