Gentle butterfly watching the silver moon
With twisting colors that shimmer and swoon.
Her watchful eyes make a heart strewn
As they glisten in the quiet and cold afternoon.
A breeze blows and she flows away
With a light body that beauty has made.
All of her colors change with the day
So that the skies will never be gray.
The gentle butterfly has no name
She doesn't live her life for fame.
Though Gods try to trap her in a black frame
The beauty is free like a fiery flame.
The pretty creature flies up to kiss the sky
And a boy looks up with tears in his eyes
Because he's lonely and timid and shy
And is always found asking himself "why?"
The gods wonder why the rules don't apply
To the colorful butterfly who touches the sky
And rushes down magestically sly
With her aura of beauty that makes a boy cry.
She knows why she's special and she wont say
Because her secret is what keeps her okay.
She flies alone with her beauty displayed
And she thinks its better off that way.
