The Butterfly

Does the butterfly

 

Having left its cocoon nearby

 

In the shadow of silent evening cries

 

Stop in mid air

 

Look back and stare

 

Wondering what happened there?

 

 

Will the butterfly

 

Anguish over times gone by

 

Try to find out and wonder why

 

Its home no longer occupied

 

Hanging empty, sparse and bare.

 

 

Perhaps the butterfly

 

Is just happy and free

 

Flying away with never a need

 

To look back and perceive

 

What has become

 

Why is it so?

 

 

And if you were a butterfly

 

How delighted would you be?

 

Flying away and letting it go

 

And never ever needing to know

 

Why life dealt you such a heavy blow.