A tiny bead on a plain of green,
Delivered by wings that gleam.
A tiny pearl of white so small,
To hatch on foliage of green I crawl.
I feed on foliage and nothing more,
To grow and ready for when I soar.
When I grow big, and fat, and stout,
I slumber, and sleep, and just hide out.
For weeks I wait until I reform,
In a cloak of green that could stand a storm.
When the right time comes then I emerge,
A butterfly; to seek thy love I'm urged.
And when thy love is finally found,
Together we shall then be bound.
And on green leaves which we unfurl,
We then shall place a tiny pearl.
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
A tiny bead on a plain of green,
Delivered by wings that gleam.
A tiny pearl of white so small,
To hatch on foliage of green I crawl.
I feed on foliage and nothing more,
To grow and ready for when I soar.
When I grow big, and fat, and stout,
I slumber, and sleep, and just hide out.
For weeks I wait until I reform,
In a cloak of green that could stand a storm.
When the right time comes then I emerge,
A butterfly; to seek thy love I'm urged.
And when thy love is finally found,
Together we shall then be bound.
And on green leaves which we unfurl,
We then shall place a tiny pearl.
