Have you ever seen a butterfly fall?
Stumble, stutter, or collapse?
Butteries won't fall hard or fast
They make no sound as they tumble through the air that had previously held them afloat
They won't cry out or scream
They won't give a dying gasp
A butterfly is too proud for that.
A slight breeze will tip a dying butterfly off balance
Its faithful wings finally failing it
Its weightless demeanor cracking at last
Gracefully it tumbles through the air
Making one last dance
Making an art out of death
Blending in to the pile of already dead foliage that has fallen before it
The sweet winds of summer are leaving
To be replaced by unforgiving ice
Slowly the butterfly pulls up its legs
And folds them like royalty
Like an embalmed Egyptian pharaoh
A butterfly is proud even in death
Have you ever seen a butterfly fall?