Efflux Of Grief Poem by john hardesty

Loam was filled the earth,
Millions of years precede her birth;
Evolution spirits a cocoon,
The chrysalis waits to bloom,
Swaying, the pendulous chrysalis descends,
Away from the novice gaud it defends,
Now, the fluttered butterfly basks in sprinkled sun,
Far away from its silky spun,
Dancing on a welcomed spring field,
Its precious existence sealed,
Half-lived the meandering butterfly,
Though, just as we, brief, it shall also die.