A Butterfly's Death Poem by Whitney Davis

Lying low, as you crawl on the ground
In fruitless attempt to escape all strife.
You pray you won’t be found
In the search for your meaning in life.

An event by this world so cruel
Forces you to hide in your cocoon.
Thought to be a fool,
You will leave too soon.

With sprouting wings
And colors so bright,
At last the world sings
When you begin your flight.

You find your place,
And float down to lay.
You learn to embrace,
And finally slip away.