He flew in out of the hot, hot sun
All tethered and worn
to sit upon the white cool wall
From evening until dawn
he slept there for a day
A beautiful moth was he
in the morning there he lay
so peacefully and still upon the floor
it looked like he had passed away
his life drained all in awe
but there was but a bit of life left
comfortable he was made
until  his life began to fade
and then he had gone
He and nature are now as one!