With heavy heart and tired feet,
I lower myself on the garden’s wooden seat.
Skies gray, vacant eyes and throbbing head,
Cluttered mind, is filled with dread.
A squirrel scurries, I gaze ahead; silent, in its direction,
Pondering wistfully, adrift; a delightful distraction.
Ethereal creatures that before me danced,
Jived and waltzed, skipped and pranced.
To the rustling of leaves, the hum of the breeze, a celestial beat.
Such enthralling grace, no mean feat!
I behold enraptured, the dainty three-
Skirting on petals, so light, so carefree…
Velvety, speckled wings, maiden’s eyelids fluttering,
Drunk on nectar, swiftly gliding, shenanigans frolicking.
What hand did mould this delicate being?
Troubles forgotten, my heart rejoiced on seeing.
Yellow, white, black with blue, three orphic butterflies,
Hope, Divinity, Joy… colored my world, before my eyes.
I watch awhile, then rise anew,
Strength and faith in every sinew.
“I will survive! I will survive!” I know now why.
The journey arduous, from caterpillar to butterfly…
One day then, I too shall flit and fly,
A lesson I learnt from that mystical butterfly.
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