Butterfly

Beginnings sometimes can be deceiving.
They may not inspire the look onto our eyes.
Crawling among trees, just trying to get by.
Silently in fear of most every little thing.

Then one day I realize my future must be gild.
That there must be a purpose for me being here.
Unknowingly I labor, as my fears disappear.
Until I find myself wrapped completely in silk.

Time passes by, unknowingly in my darkness
When by impulse I break lose from my wraps
Playing in the air as my wings gently flap
As the eyes of those around me wonder in distress.

Where did such a beauty came upon us here?
How could we not see such future, bright and clear?
To which I replied while jumping on a breeze,
It's the drive, the labor and not our own spring

That takes us closer to what we can be
Thus when you see another beginning
Just marvel on the possibilities it might bring,
And smile at the beauty that you are yet to see.

Author's Note

I actually wrote this for my daughter. She needed help in homework and wanted a poem about butterflies. So this one was a quick write.

Reviews

[Laminators Dubai]

amezing....
like its talk to me....
touchy for me....
thank you soo much for sharing...^^
glitchy

[Jamie Cook]

That...was so gorgeous!! I love butterflies very much and this was just so awesome sauce I enjoyed it, it had nice flow and tempo and kept steady :3 Awesome job such a lovely write :D