A Green Butterfly
A Green Butterfly
The leaves aged,
With a pale green patch;
Holding the body,
And mesmerizing a match.
An illusion it was,
As if both dissolved;
Hard to identify,
Unless it got resolved.
The moment it flew,
It got a stick of the green;
And the magic broken,
With the difference seen.
But hard was the phase,
Before it got this beauty;
Had to go through phases,
From a creeper to curiosity.
The antennas behold,
A connection to nature;
May be holding a message,
For a green future.
It flew through the skies,
And touched many hearts;
Appealing to the eyes,
Rolling in memory carts.
Some painted it through,
A blank canvas got drew;
Creativity added to charm,
And a sense that brew.
I too got lost,
Immersed in thought;
How is the beauty of nature,
And how it is being sought.