Butterflies In December

With a northeastern wind here they come there they go Fluttering by bringing colours of maroon and gold to a world so cold See how they flock to the Evergreen tree in a dance graceful yet wild with the intent to feed the need and breed Such sad devotion these creatures of unified thought dare not deviate this one tried, but lays here dying wings frozen still they flutter on battered by the icy wind Why take flight in this season of death speak, tell me with your dying breath Was it the dream of Evergreen Stillness Let me take you there live if you can die if you will