It’s said that loved one’s who have passed away.
Can visit us in other living form.
If you dismiss this as sheer fallacy,
My evidence will quickly reinform.
When death has caused the soul to fly away,
It oft returns with wings upon the air.
Disguised as bird or butterfly they say,
To reassure and show you that they care.
I can attest that I have witnessed this;
In honest truth such visits I have seen,
Which filled me with delight and utmost bliss,
Lifting me from darkness where I had been.
So, know there’s part of us that age defies,
It has no start, no end, it never dies.