To Catch a Butterfly

To Catch A Butterfly I stand beside a wilderness to gaze upon unfamiliar shores where life once appeared so intimate midst the savage lion's roars, Yet I'm detached from this reality with my neatly packaged food, standing draped in shameful skins while nature is running nude, And as I scoop this alien soil I flinch at creepy crawly things, except to catch a butterfly to marvel at its beautiful wings. This land was teaming with creatures who flew, who crawled to catch, to kill, so I learnt how to make weapons and control this world at will. Yet it's been so long since I wandered here among nature and my roots, I have crushed them inadvertently with my industrial hobnail boots. Now I kneel beside this wilderness to brush the earth away from the sky, where the fossils of man and butterflies catch my tears too late to cry.