A Butterfly's Life Poem by White Tiger

A butterfly exhibits its pretty colors
Leaving its prints on all the flowers

It fly's free, through gardens and weeds
Sipping the liquid that its body needs

Its veins fill up with fine red wine
And its wings take it to a roses vine

When it finds out how short its life will be
It returns to its flower and waits to see

It stands on a petal, patiently trying
To reach and sip what was left of the wine

And that day, it died, holding on to that rose
Holding on with devotion, to the flower it chose.


C.vergara
04.22.2009