Dead Butterfly

I am found a died butterfly,

I just think about his life as holding is lifeless winged body,

How their parents meet, how they make love on flowers petals,

How her mother leave them on leaves before you born,

How you hatch out of the egg and see first sunlight,

The leaves where you hatch become you home, bed and meal,

You face people hate and scream,

You survive from poisons and predators,

Going through all these thing every day and night,

And one day you slumber that no one can see you,

You lost in your dreams and don’t know the changes happening in you,

At last you want to wake up,

You tear your blanket and now you see the world in different direction,

You need changes, your hunger changes, your body changes,

With four colourful fragile wings you take your flight and leave your home forever,

You fly flower to flower, grass to grass and garden to garden,

The people who fears from you now smiles with joy,

Escaping from children’s hands and bird’s beaks,

In your short life you taste all nectar from flowers to flowers,

Then you found your true love with same wings colours like yours,

You both play in air and make love on the scentful petals of flowers,

Then you both see each other for last time and leaves,

Your partner won’t make it for long and you also feel the most important argue of your life,

You choose the new green leavy  home and gifted it with your eggs,

After giving your unborn Children to that tree,

You feel there nothing left in you,

You fell from the tree, but fall didn’t hurt you,

But everything inside you is falling apart and killing you,

Your eyes now only see darkness and your soul lost in deep abyss,

This is where I found you; this is how I know you,

Thank you for your life, thank you for your joy,

And most of all thank you for giving us your next generation,

So we see you and remember you through them,

And I save your corpse in my music box as a memento,

So I also remember that I found a dead butterfly.