The leaves on the trees, falling,
The birds of the air, flying away,
The sun of the summer,
Gone in the blink of an eye.
As I feel the icy breeze rush by my face,
I see in the dark, a butterfly.
What a beautiful creature flying so free,
As it flies closer I see, I see the struggle in its eyes,
As it tries to escape the cold and the dark.
It tries once more to leave the chill,
Little does this butterfly know,
Wherever it flies the cold of the night will be there,
The colours from the wings I see drain away,
As it falls through the frosty air,
I see the ice form on its wings, transforming them to white.
As it hits the ground, it shatters,
Never again to be recognised,
As the beautiful thing it once was,
Before the love and warmth left its world.

 
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