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