The Flighty Butterfly
A flighty butterfly, was he
trapped in space;
how came he to be,
in this stellar place?
His lovely colors of,
translucent lace streams;
orange and pink,
blue, white and green;
lovely colors only,
astronomers see.
Perhaps, flying too high,
in space, he arrived,
he flew into a deep black hole;
a nebula echoes, the colors of his soul.
Written 5-27-19
Chose #1. The Butterfly Nebula to write about.
For Contest: Nifty Named Nebula's Poetry Contest”
Sponsor: William Kekaula
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