With heavy heart and tired feet
I lower myself on the garden’s wooden seat
Skies gray, vacant eyes and throbbing head
Cluttered mind, filled with dread
A squirrel scurries, I gaze ahead; silent, in its direction
Pondering wistfully, adrift; a delightful distraction
Ethereal creatures 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, was no mean feat-
I beheld enraptured, the dainty three-
Skirting on petals, so light and carefree
Velvety, speckled wings, a maiden’s eyelid 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, I too shall flit and fly
A lesson I learnt from the mystical butterfly
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