It is curious
that the most wonderful of all
last so little.

When the caterpillar blooms
and begins to revolutionize the world
casting small light to endless darkness
dark haze absorbs the glow into nothing
and the butterfly cycle comes to an end.

There is a small amount of spark
deep down in the nothing
that not even the rulers of this world expect
but with the courage of the soul
another butterfly will burst to life
and rattle the darkness.