Monarch Butterfly


Fluttering softly,
Flying to a brilliant paradise.
Rays of sun encompassed by midnight black,
Spots of purest white.

Now perched on a flower, resting,
As a breeze meanders through forest leaves,
And those sun-orange limbs aglow with summer,
Resounding nature's song.

I yearn to caress those fiery vessels of freedom,
Yet I refuse,
knowing that those carefree wings
will glide away on gentle winds,
Leaving only a powdery ember
Of its fiery freedom
Lying on my fingertip.

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