Monarch Butterflies
Monarch Butterflies
There in the chrysalis, the pupa bides,
Camouflaged so as not to be devoured,
And metamorphoses while it hides,
Developing into its full splendour.
From the depths, emerging out of the skin,
Is the monarch butterfly on the wing.
Vibrant orange-coloured wings, marked by black veins,
Are perimetered in black and small white spots,
To warn predators of the butterfly’s bad taste,
Are gracefully flapped by them to stay aloft.
Everywhere I turned, I beheld and stared
At a kaleidoscope of butterflies in the air.
Butterflies symbolize grit, change, hope, and life.
I felt I was in the presence of God,
Witnessing the resurrection of Christ
And the wondrous miracle of our Lord.
These flying insects migrate south solo
To procreate anew in Mexico.
As I stood there gazing at their beauty
And breathed deeply the tranquillity they bring,
I am reminded of human cruelty
And the disrespect shown for living things.
When disheartened, I reminisce better times,
Enjoying the swarms of monarch butterflies.
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