The Swaying Butterfly

Swish swoosh,
As the gentle wind carries
The butterfly through the air
Swaying while humanity thinks it's playing.
As the caterpillar awaits its cocoon
Just waiting to bloom.
As the cocoon peels away
A new butterfly spreads its wings
And takes its first steps
Then soars gracefully through
The wind. With bright and vibrant colours,
It is very vulnerable
It is most desirable
To prey on.
While we gaze at it, it feels immortal, we dream of it standing immobile