As I sat gazing; within my father’s kingdom,
I rested my thoughts; on the wings of a butterfly,
They carried him from place to place; all in a day’s work,
His simplistic, innocent beauty; a symbol of peace,
He flutters freely; from flower to flower,
Gaining life source; from another form of life,
Giving back life to the source; by a process of pollination,
Totally at peace; meaning no one harm, asking for nil,
Granting joy to any that see you; by your wings of many colours,
Yet your peaceful beauty; only lives for a short while.
My thoughts reached back; the days of the caterpillar,
Restricted movement; yet, so many legs,
A body so articulated; motion, still two dimensional,
Beautiful! I think not; rather ugly in fact,
You selfishly take of the land; giving nil in return,
The bigger and uglier you get; with each young leaf you take,
The hairs of a thousand demons; rest upon your back,
Given life, you just take life; greedily at will,
Now you lay trapped in a cocoon; a prisoner of yourself,
No movement; you just seem to sit and pout,
Your world seems dark; a victim of your greed.
Now I look into the chrysalis; a physical prison, built of greed,
You get nothing from the world; giving nothing back to life,
You exist bound in another dimension; immune to the world you once knew,
You exist in such a sad state; void of physical growth, starved of life,
Perhaps if you broke free; from the physical bindings,
Transcend all that surrounds you; look above the stormy clouds,
Fly free as the butterfly; beautiful in its grace,
His wings filled of colours; total freedom rewarding the end of the journey,
Peaceful one; your life path touches me,
It reminds me of my own life path; within the frame of an earthly humanity.
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