Hope In The Wings

We see every flap

We see every color on its back

We admire and stare

While marveling at their beauty

The complex patters

 

The intricacy of their colors

We try to understand the meaning

To these eleborate schemes

But alas we can not

Although if we look at ourselves

 

We run on the same scheme

With many schemas and ideas

But also with one similarity

That is also shared with the wings

The ability to rise above

 

And see the world anew

For a life lived is in color

And even when lost the color stays behind

And is marveled at

By more then when it was alive

 

For when the creature of the color passes

The color seems to have more meaning

For people care more about the sad then the happy

But we still see one thing

No matter what is to be

 

There is hope in the wings

When living

When dying

Or when dead

For the colors will remain the same

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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