I walked down a road one day,

For I had nothing to do or say,

There was just too much on my mind;

And in walking, I hoped I would find,

Peace and its ally, quiet.

The verdant green

Was soothing,

Not just to the eye,

But also a dull ache deep within,

And I walked on,

Eventually lightening enough to sing a song,

Until I came upon,

The prettiest, most brilliant orange,

Of a dead butterfly.

Here lay beauty

In all its glory,

Not much different,

From the surrounding lustrous green –

In that, they were both stationery;

If I wanted to,

I still could,

Breathe in the beauty

Of both,

And move on,

Pretending,

That it was asleep

On the wet ground;

But I could not,

So my newfound peace,

It returned

To the distant realm,

From whence it had come.

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