Hidden Butterfly

Such a beautiful creature,
Wings of green, blue and red,
Something so perfect,
Even as it lies dead,

Something so cherished,
By young and old,
Yet so fragile,
That you cannot hold,

Alive we cannot have it,
So we kill it instead,
Then place it on a wall,
With a pin in its head,

How beautiful it seems
With vivid colored wings,
Beauty of which,
Inspired many kings,

Yet no emotion,
In the eyes of the beauty,
The beauty of which,
It could never even see,

Now something so cherished,
Stays dead on the wall,
But as long as the color stays,
Nothing else matters at all,