Black Butterfly

Beloved, I’m just the messenger Lovely, this message only for thee After conversing with the trees Considered heeding of your pleas Know this proffer is not temporary But lay claim for eternity Under the trees green canopies Teeming with magical mystery Tethered to the strong tree roots Eternally engulfed in the forest and among the green Roaming between the branches Floating through the tall grasses Laying along the riverbank shores Yearning for the bustling city no more