Poem

Butterflies Dust

Wings of the butterflies,

Possess a dust that implies,

To be looked upon, by rest,

In the future, will be addressed.

Patterns of bright colours,

On the scales, the stunners,

Scattering beauty all over,

With an attraction to favour.

Wings of the butterflies,

Possess a dust that applies,

To be admired, by all,

In the future, never to fall.

Mesmerizing the touch,

Of a butterfly, as such,

To be remembered, a just,

As it's the butterflies dust.

Wings of the butterflies,

Possess a dust that supplies,

To be grasped upon, by rest,

Or with sadness be left.

So less, the time they live,

The light they thrive to give,

For them raising hope, a must,

Sprinkled the butterflies dust.

The dust they possess,

Scattering happiness,

And delight, to impress

Upon us, they invest.