HOW AND WHY
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
A beautiful blue butterfly
Floated from the sky
I watched in amazement
Wondering how and why
Would such beauty
Be created
For such a short life
Then it will die
Why go to all that bother
Given wings to fly
And colours
Can’t be recreated by man?
So rich are the reds
Vibrant are the blues
Nothing is bland
One shade only they couldn’t choose?
He sits on a flower petal
Avoiding the nasty nettle
How pretty he looks
there
Without a care
Little does he know
Old age he won’t share
He puts on a show
Then peacefully he will go
I’ll never see him again
But I won’t ever
forget
The beauty before me
The friend I met
Now he flies with the angels
Higher in the sky
And I will never know
How or why
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