Buttercup
Beautiful, thoughtful Buttercup
Loved to look up, up, up
A night never passed, a day didn’t go by
When sweet lovely butter-c didn’t stare at the sky.
“It’s up there, you know. It’s up there,” she’d sigh.
“The whole living blueprint.
The reasons of why
Everything lives and everything dies.
It’s all right there, in the stars in the sky.
Connect the dots, spell the words
In every language, human and bird
And every animal that ever was
And every snowflake, and rainstorm because
That’s the truth of an infinite sky.
There’s so much there, the question why
Cannot not be answered up in the sky.”
Butter, though, rarely spoke out this way
Mostly stood staring night and day
Up in wonder and sometimes would cry
As she smiled and she gazed up, up at the sky.
“They don’t see, you see,”
She’d say through her tears
“The big-ness, the all-ness,
They just see their fears,
Their tiny, their little, their inconsequential
Their puny and biting and undone potential.
Look up! My sister, look up, my guys!
The answers you need are up in the skies.”
Then, one day they led her away.
And on her way off, she had time to say,
“Look for me up there! I’ll be there, okay?
Down here I’m a moment, up there, though, I’ll stay.”
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