A graceful beauty born of a chrysalis
abundant in colour and charm.
Forgotten struggles from within,
unthinkable you would come to harm.
A gentle breeze upon a meadow,
lush with exquisite life.
Battles waged and warm blood spilt,
so quick are we to dismiss their strife.
But I see your scars and imperfections,
the tears you hide with practiced smiles.
A map of memories, loves and losses,
proof that you survived life’s trials.
So bear them proudly, your battle-worn wings,
it’s the bravest of creatures that stands and sings.
Your gift is a world of unlimited skies,
for it’s true that we are life’s butterflies.