The ButterflyA Poem by PViperBeneath the weeping willow tree, gnarled and forlorn lay a dying butterfly; Its tattered wings still so beautiful and delicate, glistened in the fading sun; He was sleeping, and dreamt of softly floating through strawberries fields and sunflower gardens; having settled upon a daisy, the butterfly woke to his thoughts with a heavy heart; The air was dry and electric and the purple sky was getting darker with the dwindling hues of orange, blue and yellow; The faint sound of rolling thunder echoed in the distance; He was not sad, for he had lived his best life, but he was afraid; He knew not what lay ahead; His head was cushioned upon the pollen of the daisy as the flowers comforted him with soft whispers.
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