Fluttering monarch
Basks upon purple milkweed
Orange wings now idle

When I was a young, my grandma told me
'When I die, I will become a butterfly
I'm soaring up above the blue sky
Living the life I aways wanted to be'

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢...

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎...
𝙸𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑...

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝...
𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜...

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛...
𝙸𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚠...

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑...
𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜...!

Oh I wish I had the wings of a butterfly!
I’d fly far, far away
and land to the prettiest flower.
I’d indulge in its peaceful beauty and sweet nectar.
I left my cocoon long ago and the present is all mine to explore.
I grew and grew for many days until my shell was no longer suitable.
Now it’s my time to be who I am.
You see,
I come with many colors.
My bright ones add light to the atmosphere.
My darker ones send coded messages to those who dare to listen.

For I am one with nature but I lack the ability of flight.
Such an ability would help me flutter more in my true self.
The weather was warm with open arms when I left my shell.
Oh I wish I could fly with the other butterflies!
But perhaps it’s better if I’m solo for some time.
I may not be as fast as them and I wouldn’t want to slow them down.

The ladybug and the shining sun will bring me proof.
Should I ever have butterfly wings,
The smiliest and prettiest flower would be my first destination.
#OWL'******br>

How do you come to accept
What you thought was the sun
Was really just a distant flame?
The warmth you felt
The light you saw
Wasn't real
Had you even felt warmth to begin with?
Seen light to come to such a conclusion?

I'd always used to prance in that light
Waltz and lay in its warmth
But when I realised it wasn't what I wanted
It wouldn't satisfy me like it used to

What is it like to stand in the sun's rays?
Have it pierce the deepest core of your heart?
Would the world around you need to change?
Or would you need to be out of it...

Floating, sinking
Reaching, receding
Closing my eyes
Wishing for
The warmth of the Sun
To reach the depths of my heart and
Emit a glow from within

Butterfly

Pigmented and fragile they seem.
Beautifully they fly teem.
Transformed from caterpillars,
they are the patience pillars.

They can compete with sunshine,
they can defeat the rainbow shine.
They are the princesses of flight,
they are hard to catch in the sky.

They are buttered and buffered,
they are colorfully painted.
They have crossed various phases,
and they are called metamorphosis.

Attractive, alluring,
radiant, and reckless.
With the arduousness and plushness,
they are elegant mobile entertainers.

Dr.Marysuresh