Butterfly
You are always so happy
In a truly contagious way
It infects me and always has
You're the sight of a butterfly on a sunny day
A glorious flutter of wings
Alighting from flower to flower
Seeming to know nothing but the joy
Of the sweet nectar you both imbibe and exude
But in truth the plight of a butterfly
Is a woefully underappreciated truth
A butterfly is the end product
Of the hatching of hundreds of worms
Of which only dozens will survive
Who will find the best food? Who will avoid the bird?
Who will wrap themselves in their warm cocoon
And complete their metamorphosis undisturbed
Then when the cocoon opens and the butterfly first emerges
They are flightless, vulnerable
And indeed many do not survive that period
So indeed it is a fool who says a butterfly is simply carefree
For a flitting butterfly has endured multiple stages of hardship
Yet continues to live in earnest
Unaware of the beauty and happiness they spread
Even to those who do not know their tribulations
Your Fairy Boy, Link (6/27/17)
