Wings beat as lovers hearts; Gentle but keen.
With all colors composed of rainbow it would seem.
And if you lowly worm can be Sky's Queen,
It certainly gives hope and dares us all to dream.
Flit this way and that with grace only you command.
You warm hearts, iridescent shadow over sand.
this is the first time i actually understand the meaning of the poem...
it's understandable and nice...
excellent..!!!keep it up...
You are very talented, sorry I do not have such a talent
Oddly enough I felt inspired to do a bit of a butterfly themed piece myself. And then I logged on to see that you had a title of "butterfly". So just to decrease the odds of accidently being a bit too inspired by your piece (stealing). I wrote mine before I commented yours. ("Emerge" I wouldn't mind if you gave it your 2 cents)
Funny though how different. You capture the mysterious beauty. Mentioning the colors, and that care-free sort of flutter they have. And I focused on pain of transition.
Even you mentioned how its hard to believe that something so beautiful could come from a lowly worm.
Do you ever wonder if a caterpillar feels pain while its in chrysalis? I know for humanity it seems change is never comfortable.
Eh.. Im rambling.