Natures Silver Butterfly (Long)

A still butterfly rests it's silver wings,
perched upon the gray branches of an oak.

Gazing through weak eyes,
soaking in her jealousy of such a unique creature,
enmity took form.

This wretchedly person,
disgusted with society and how damned they are,
they were,
no one could detect a true meaning,
for what a different butterfly meant.

For others,
they only apprehended beauty.

But for the women,
she lived for today,
pondering about tomorrow...
could someone revel her as fully as the butterfly?

The next day came,
still the people of the world didn't understand,
all still blind in finding a meaning,
the earth will only provide haste,
wasting years as it turns faster,
losing knowledge!
They see beauty,
they all see lust.

A silver butterfly,
warns for nature to be gray,
so much image without a name or explanation,
nature gives up,
nature plays vengeance for a misuse.
Yet, Ms. Libith June stares at natures all-gray warning.

Thoughts so exiled from individuals,
Libith drowns herself in silver,
joining natures abhor.

Veins flow of mercury,
light black,
like the stable veins of the oak.

What amour she hands,
is only for her butterfly.

--All Poems by Tia E
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