Imagine the last monarch butterfly;
with its majestic wings spreading
as the sun rises and the dew
leaking from the green leaves.
Imagine a world where butterflies
do not exist anymore.
It would be a world of sadness.
No more butterflies in our stomach when we get in love,
No more butterflies for kids to chase through the trees.
No more butterflies flying when the summer sprinkles turn on
no more flying rainbows.
Sigh.
