Crushed...To Rise Again. Poem by Bellis Perennis

This morning, at the window
as my train trundled on its way;
I gazed as life flashed past me,
another brand new day.

Within a sudden heartbeat,
I looked into my lap,
and lying there was nothing
but a wisp - gossamer scrap.

A butterfly of green & gold,
hit by my heedless train...
bruised and bent with broken wings,
Could it feel the pain?

In my lap it quivered,
a splash of colour spilt;
It broke my heart to see
such beauty slowly start to wilt.

Time to alight, I held it close
nestled in my palm,
and gently placed it on a leaf,
safe from any harm.

Suddenly cool breezes blew
like God's own gentle breath;
the butterfly, it fluttered, flew..
sweetly cheating death.

So in life, we're hit and crushed,
and for a while we rest;
Stunned to immobility,
but fly we will, when blest'.