Oh black colorful butterfly,
What to say on a day like this.
I have seen you cross my yard sweating in fear,
of being judged by your not acceptable wormy appeal.
Desperate you went looking for the chance,
to wrap around hope so your beauty could enhance.
Steady you just hanged on my backyard wall,
with endless patience, a soul so calm and resignation to it all.
Days & nights went by yet ever so grateful you remained,
powerful winds went your way, but the faith you maintained.
the rain poured down on you but, your hope never drowned,
knowing what you desired, no doubt grew upon you nor, a single frown.
Sitting right in front of you, I am waiting for life’s wonder.
Your wings have started to uncurl, leaving your wormy figure under.
As your audience, I see how your figure has become graceful.
The wings with many beautiful color extend in order to fly,
your hope radiates, and shines next to a blue sky.
Now you serve as an eye treat to those who ponder,
as you cross by, attempting to fly off to magical yonder.
Oh black colorful butterfly.
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