Why a Queen Butterfly Cries

Arrayed with a colorful spectrum that can camouflage Imagine a butterfly’s life as it silently flutters in flight Watching her solo or in a multi-pigmented entourage Your eyes behold her until she disappears from sight The sunlight reflected her clarity as a shooting star Wings are so fragile that you dare not touch them Only a handful of kaleidoscopic creatures match her She’s brilliant as a stained-glass window or a diadem The change from larva to butterfly happens as she hurls A conversion was formed in secret, incredible to behold She cannot soar until her magnificent new wings unfurl As she seeks safe shelter from the fierce wind, so bold Look at how the queen butterfly spreads her wingspan For a moment, she became aware of her life expectancy Not just a pretty face from God’s psychedelic spray can She knows she has to mate with no concern for intimacy This enchanting transformation gracefully embellishes the earth An enchanting, delicate species that is admired for its confidence An enchanted, transformed body yields shortly after giving birth A gift that brings immense joy carries a rather sorrowful existence