A Little Girl

Wearing rented robes and wet with tears Tired and hungry with lifeless eyes No shoes and no hope None at all Life a death sentence at this tender age She sat on a rock, now robbed, even of her tears A butterfly fluttered on by Wings so golden, shining in the suns rays She came to rest on the little girls arm Looking up the butterfly saw the lost soul within Spreading her wings, she danced in the air, saying “Little one with a smile hidden deep Do not fret, God is near” The little girl, with no hope, raped of her happiness Her heart bombed long ago Gave a faint smile She twirled once, her last dance before tumbling of hunger Fainting to the ground while spiraling to the sky Such is the sad moment upon this earth As the butterfly took her up to heaven Notes: I saw a photo of a girl, alone amongst the ruins of bombed Syria, the image made you want to reach out and save this poor soul. I have a sadness that I could not. I had no idea how to express this, until a butterfly whispered in my ear.