How has it been for you lately?

the butterflies are telling me stories I do not wish to hear for they bring me sorrow,
but I listen nonetheless.

does the warm sunshine trace every curve and every beauty mark on your skin
does the wind sing you the sweet, sweet lullabies you once heard from me
do heaven's teardrops caress the same rosy lips I once claimed home
does la Madre Tierra nurture and comfort you with open arms the way a mother never could
do the estrellas illuminate for you, attempting to mimic the brilliance of your hazel eyes

has the Earth y el cosmos cared for you the way I have instructed its skies and oceans?

the mariposas are telling me stories I do not wish to hear, but I listen nonetheless.