The butterfly's wings are broken
and now she cannot fly anymore
in the sun she lies all day
crying, stuck in a random bore
she's so pale without the colour
that used to surround her head
she sees this world all black
and still she hasn't moved yet
I wonder whether she's still breathing
she lies so quiet and tiny upon the ground
Would she know that I am watching
I haven't yet made any sound
I wanted to help her really bad
and started searching for her wins
I found so so many
everything but those two things
So I sat down with her
to support her, to say
some words that might've helped her
Alas she passed away...
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This poem is methaphoric for the way things are going with nature right now - we don't do anything, we just say things we COULD do. That doesn't work. Wake The World Up People!
