How can you see something beautiful
and not acknowledge it's beauty

How could you stand in silence
when you have a voice

How could you be invisible
when you have a choice

How could you stand on the sidelines
with prying eyes

This is the act of the weak, not the wise

This is no beauty of person
This is beauty of a movement
This is not the beauty of one
This is the movement of many

Yet you want no parts in it

It makes me question you... How

How could you be so selfish
How could you be so lost
How could you be so wrong

How can you not acknowledge
something so beautiful is going on

~Butterfly εїз 2014©