There, in that part of the world
She morphed from a chrysalis
Into a scintillating butterfly
A beauty beyond compare...
Hesitatingly, unfurled wet wings
Flapping them, started on a journey
Battling storms,
Chased by ubiquitous predators
She drifted off into no man’s land...
Her bright colours a challenge
To the dependable greys and envious greens
There were those who wanted to know her
Possess her, stake ownership on her
While others wanted to ‘be’ her
Steal her unique, vibrant charm
Dampen her wings and dim her light
With tattered wings and colours mute
Flutter on did she, until… Oh sumptuous haven!
Graceful tapers of splendid purple hue
Inviting her to display her elite beauty
In glorious summer haze.
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Lovely lines of the most unique delicate creature.
To grace as a butterfly is in her elite beauty.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
Regis
Love ya!
Jane