Butterfly

Long ago it must have been

Since the butterfly was first seen

Growing up from the caterpillar.

But it wouldn't be for long

Until the mockingbird stops its song

Seasons they change & she flies away.

Chasing the butterfly, looking for the mockingbird

Runs away a sheep away from the herd

But the butterfly she flies away

And the mockingbirds they never stay.

Strange how it takes months for a hi and seconds for goodbye

It takes a lot to laugh but a train to cry

Perhaps some birds aren't meant to be caged

To wild & free roams they're engaged.

A part of you already knows

That it's a sin to lock them close

But another part drowns in dismay

As a greater force pulls the butterfly away.

Hoping one day the sweet song will echo
as the tingles in stomach will be felt again,

Holding onto rainforests, looking for a rainbow,
wondering when will it rain?

I threw a pebble in the pond and watched as the ripples moved around,

Time hurries on and the leaves that are green turn to brown.

But for the spring to come, the autumn has to pass me by

Singing the songbird's hymn, I'll be waiting for the butterfly.