We may slough off our chrysalis
and become butterflies.
We may return to the tree where we began
our journey,
branch and leaves the same
on the everlasting bough.
Our ephemeral earthly life was
But a dream, and now we've woken up;
where colour is not camouflage
where flying is reaching the very top
on the wing beats of eternity
I don't believe in the afterlife, but it's an interesting concept that you presented. Comparing the butterfly with a life with some kind of great colorful god in the heavens of our imagination.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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