A pretty place sits behind an old fence

with bending trees and bushes overgrown and immense

The house stands tall, dark, but heavenly

closed off to the world but open to plenty

For behind the high fence, rabid bushes, and clawing trees

lies a home, and a madam, and a warm welcoming breeze

 

Behind this home is where the children run and play

a garden of flowers, of merriment, and of a beautiful day

The flowers grow bright and tall and pretty

butterflies roam free from the largest to the itty bitty

And here is their home, their haven, their freedom

a peaceful and fun butterfly kingdom

 

This madam, you see, is known by many faces

they change and they form many ages and races

But her dress never changes and fits all her sizes

as a good dress should have many surprises

The madam cares for the children as they flutter and float

for her true job is much more than a rote

 

She too flies high and floats and travels

over many sand, cement, water, gravel

The madam goes searching and searching she’ll find

just one little soul so many left behind

 

Children are innocent, their souls so pure

when tragedy strikes they are left unsure

many souls are left to wander in sadness

so the madam finds them and leads them to happiness

 

She teaches them to flutter, to fly, to soar

and leads them back to the manor door

She carries them in and introduces them  to all

and soon another child joins the haul

 

Some find justice in their time, in their name

justice for the crime that set them aflame

but others are not so lucky to find justice

so the help the madam and solve the ruckus

 

Together they stay as a large growing family

a large, once broken, beautiful calvary