He remembers times past,remembers being sure footed and strong.
Nourished on green leaf, supported by many sure limbs.
He walked on bough and stem, holding them close to his heart,
Secure, cuddly, snuggled into sturdy branches.
Now he flits from bud to flower-
Sustained on little sips of sweetness
Struggling on a few spindly legs
Far from his bough, he is lost
Ambition weighs him down
Brilliant and strong and many-hued.
Years of evolution bear down on his back.
Ancestral dreams of flying high, voices that doubt he can make it
What destiny is this, this burden he carries?
From a distance, wings look like fun
But first, he must learn to fly.
5 comments:
fascinating! love the insight :)
Ah, that was lovely! We only see beauty in the ephemeral life of a butterfly, but this angle is heartbreaking. Contrary to the perceptions in this poem, I hope a butterfly only feels contentment and happiness in his short life :).
lovely :)
Thank you @ all of you :)
Hema- Maybe the butterfly enjoys the flight so much more because of the struggle he goes through to achieve that effortless beauty? :)
Beautiful! (:
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