To be a Butterfly
What would it be like to be a butterfly?
To journey on delicate dust powdered wings
To live a short life, that is long for all you know
To never have knowledge passed down
From the generation that came before
To live amongst flowers, the bright colour
Then to be destroyed by time and wind
To lie dying by the rough road
Then to be gone, utterly and forever
But to fulfill the purpose of living
To be a glimpse of the wonder of your creator
To be a butterfly?
No it does not rhyme.... and it is, in my point of view not really a poem.... it is a collection of thoughts.... it is what I call a pondering, a wondering, what happens when thoughts fly, on dust powdered wings. (and i'll also say I have no wish to be a buttery, this is just thoughts about them)