The Butterfly

The earth exhaled

Blowing a butterfly gently

Upholding it from small fists

That reach towards it

Her flushed cheeks surround wide

Button blue eyes

Left leg and right leg   

Tripping over each other

Sun’s reflection on muddy shoes

Messy dark ringlets held 

By a loose ribbon

Sun and moon begin their battle

The sun’s defeat rushes Her home

Pinks and yellows drain from the sky

 Soaking in purple 

Invaded by white stars 

Their war is never over

Sun hides behind the mountains

Silently waiting when to pounce

 Taking its rightful place among the clouds

Proudly sending its beams

Sunlight strikes the wing, through

Its frail torso onto a patch of grass

Never to fly again

War’s casualties