The Child And The Butterfly

The Child And The Butterfly

With wings spread and the glow of it's auric beauty
it landed on her tiny fingertips
With a flutter of it wings, the child sighed.
Not understanding why this butterfly had wings to fly free.

She thought to herself if she was a butterfly
Would she be free?
Free from this foreign entrapment!

She looked to the sky, innerly knowing that this
place is not where she wanted to be.

Something in the sky smiled back telling her home was near.

The butterfly took flight,fluttering rays of blue silk.

As the doe eyed child bewildered and confused.
Chased behind the wings of freedom, screaming I want to go too.