Why a Queen Butterfly Cries

Imagine a butterfly’s life as it silently flutters in flight Arrayed with a colorful spectrum that can camouflage Your eyes behold her splendor until she flees from sight Watch her fly solo or in a multi-pigmented entourage Wings so delicate and fragile; you dare not touch them The sunlight mirroring her clarity becomes transparent She’s brilliant as a stain-glass window or a royal diadem Only a few kaleidoscopic creatures are her equivalent A conversion formed in secret, incredible to behold From a larva to a butterfly takes miraculous stages Unable to ascend until her majestic wings unfold Taking refuge against the wind and rain that rages Oh, see the queen as she stretches her wingspan For a brief time, she became aware of her life expectancy Not just a pretty face from God’s psychedelic spray can She wastes no time mating due to her short longevity This mystical mutation gracefully ornaments the earth A fragile enchanted species admired from a distance Her transformed body dies shortly after giving birth A gift that brings so much joy has such a sad existence