Not Long Left
The Reawakened Butterfly - Poem by Not Long Left
There was once a beautiful butterfly
who when in flight it would flutter
its perfectly patterned wings high
in the great ancient arena of a sky.
From afar it was seen dancing
delicately in the gentle breeze
like a ballerina prancing
around with unforced natural ease.
Yet this sky winged ballerina
was despised by all for its beauty
for her grace made others greener
and so isolating her was their duty.
Alone on the branch of an old oak tree
she would crave to be a catterpillar again,
to play no part in natures vanity,
and be seen as one of the same.
So one day she left her little leaf;
flew off to find the old forest queen
hoping to rid herself of this beautiful grief;
no longer be despised only to be seen.
After many miles of the eternal blue
she spotted the forest queens home,
aided by the wind down she flew
to the place where the faries roam.
After hearing the butterflys plea;
the queen with a sad and heavy heart
Granted her wish to be free,
before the room decended into dark.
When the lights finally returned-
wingless and with much less grace
The butterfly had got what it had yearned
for a smile blossomed upon her face.
Crawling away with unsteady feet
the catterpillar was free at last
and with each insect she did meet
she chatted with them beneath the grass.
However, not all took kindly to her story
the Beetle, Moth, Woodlice and more
had wished for eternity for such glory
and soon showed the catterpillar the door.
Alone again without the freedom of the sky,
through the thick dark forests bed,
she looked for a place to curl up and die
but something else happened instead.
Down that same path she had crawled
a young catterpillar was enjoying a walk
spotting her he looked around and called
before resting beside her waiting for her to talk.
After to listening to her he looked into her eyes;
told her she was the cutest catterpillar he'd ever seen,
looking up at him cautious and suprised
she asked him if this was all a dream.
'No' he replied and moved toward her
before giving her a long loving kiss,
and so, side by side they left together
to live the rest of their lives in catterpillar bliss.
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