Oh why butterfly?

His wings of jade and amber,
Wink, like gilt pennants in the sun.
Oh why butterfly?
Just flutter on by.

As he twists and he tumbles,
He sheds tears of childish glee.
Oh why butterfly?
Escape to the sky.

Dark nights are ever nearer,
But he sings his carefree song.
Oh why butterfly?
For winter is nigh

The frost set hard on my butterfly,
His glowing eyes were lifeless.
His beautiful wings lost all their shine.
Oh why butterfly?
I hear your cry.

-9.10pm 2nd January 2001, age 14 -

poem by Amy J Richardson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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