My Butterfly Poem by J.R. Holmes

My young, sweet, pretty butterfly
Who made my love for the world so high.
Why, why did you shy and fly too high in the sky?

You know,
The catastrophe that clamped you as a clown in the minds of the mass,
Could've and should've paused and just pass.
I tried and tried to fly after you
To tell you the truth, my youth.
But you elusively escaped from my sight,
Proceeding purposely into your plight.
Now for years and years to come, I yearn to learn why,
Why did you shy and fly too high in the sky?

I know,
That your burden was too high to handle.
And that's why you lit out your candle.

Rest in peace,
My young, sweet, pretty butterfly