I wrote this poem really late at night and it hasn't been edited yet- so just keep all that in mind X] I hope you enjoy it - em The garden was a peaceful place No trouble of to speak- Until the little butterfly Had a purpose she need seek. Matters of the heart you’ll see, Were never far from her mind. And on one normal afternoon She left the green behind. “I’m leaving” said the butterfly “I’m going far away”- “To a place where no one can find me,” “A place where I can stay.” And so she flew above the trees And though the wind did blow- She never tore her wits away That place which she must go. The days would pass and nights keep long But the butterfly still knew- That precious hearts and all their parts- Needed protecting too. She took off to the mountains, But the cold would never do. She met sunshine by the ocean- But did not like the view. “Where can I go?” She asked the sky- “To save my broken soul”- “On little ones like me” She spoke “The world does take its toll.” But no clouds could spare a whisper- No bird would give her a thought. While everything kept turning, The butterfly was left distraught. Her wings were growing weaker- Fatigue was taking its dues- The butterfly kept going Fearful her soul she could lose. But a day turned to a week, A week to longer still And though intentions good The butterfly fell ill. She could not go on any further And her breathe began to wane- Her heart became quiet- Her soul lost all the same.