To Be Seen, but not Touched

I once caught a Butterfly in the month of JULY.

She had such beautiful colors that I was puffed up with Pride.

Come LOOK, Come SEE my PRIZE, that I THOUGHT I LOVED so MUCH, and I put HER in a jar so that they could SEE but NOT TOUCH.

I jumped up and down, I bragged and I boast and I vowed to myself that I would never let her go.

I sang and I danced, right past an old lady, who said as I went by,"

A BUTTERFLY just isn't happy, if SHE cannot spread HER wings and FLY."

I thought to myself," So What!" and I ran off in a scatter."

As long as I'm happy, that's all that really matters."



Then came August with it's cool Autumn days.

They brought with them clouds so thick that they blocked out the SUN's rays.

I looked in my jar and I noticed a sad change.

My precious BUTTERFLY had died and HER colors were starting to fade.

I cried and I mourned for the BUTTERFLY I never should have caught.

Now no one else can adore HER beauty and it's all of my fault.

How could SHE have died when I THOUGHT I LOVED HER so much.

But some things in LIFE was created,

To Be SEEN but NOT TOUCHED.........................

Haki "The HottestNewPoet" Natuwah