The brown butterfly
Landing gently on the vine
and sits on the passion flower
Still wet from the recent showers
But as she leans to sip the nectar
She asks the flower
'You colors shine so gay
I wish I were like you, I say
How do you find such joy in life
When you know, very soon, you will die?'
The flower smiles at the sky
And then she replies
'I am beautiful, you think
But my beauty will soon sink
I may only have a few days to live
But, more than my life, it is the sun i cherish
You see, even he will die one day
But he gives life to so many on the way.'
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 5:44 AM UTC
The brown butterfly
Landing gently on the vine
and sits on the passion flower
Still wet from the recent showers
But as she leans to sip the nectar
She asks the flower
'You colors shine so gay
I wish I were like you, I say
How do you find such joy in life
When you know, very soon, you will die?'
The flower smiles at the sky
And then she replies
'I am beautiful, you think
But my beauty will soon sink
I may only have a few days to live
But, more than my life, it is the sun i cherish
You see, even he will die one day
But he gives life to so many on the way.'