Life As A Butterfly Poem by Eva Mae Witt

NOTE: This poem was written as an Acrostic and also can be an Iambic Pentameter


Laughter can sometimes be like a bitter old pill
Illustrating flowing formations of thrill
Filling one's captive eyes with senses surreal
Enthralling one's eyes, mind, beauty, and soul until

As people walk through life with sorrows so near
So the beautiful butterfly flies with no fear

Allowing it's beautiful wings to soar and fly

But when it reaches its destination quite high-resolution
Until the butterfly meets its mate and does sigh
Tenderly they succumb with happiness and why
They both leave to fly, fly and mate and multiply
Envisioning all of those flying butterflies
Reaching their destinations through the air quite high
For all the pretty butterflies throughout the sky
Lovely it seems they are a sight to see and sigh
Yearning to see the butterfly in spring I sigh.