The Butterfly

The butterfly soars Beyond the azure fields And opens doors past ancient battlefields To the roaring sea It can’t come close To the butterfly, it's agony Because it knows There is a new world Waiting to be discovered As the raging sea swirled. the notes were heard The sea stilled And the butterfly took its chance As the music trilled It began to advance Plunging in, vivid ideas came to life Things it never thought before Words that described the strife So much that it had to ignore The music slowly came to a close And the butterfly was saddened Reluctantly it arose Slightly disheartened as the waters began to churn It flew to the azure meadow Where it would yearn To go To the creative sea The only place it feels free