The Last Dance of the Butterfly
A beautiful life comes to a end
The Last Dance of the Butterfly
She circled once above the weeds
then settled near the garden wall
a slip of light with paper wings
too tired to rise, too proud to fall
She landed soft on broken stone
no wind to lift her wings again
no flower left to call her home
just stillness where the green had been
No breeze to lift her one more time
no sun to paint her edges gold
the petals closed, the sky turned grey
and all her stories went untold
No one watched her final turn
the garden didn’t seem to care
she used to shimmer in the sun
now silence held her in the air
She’d danced through storms,
through silent hush
through hours the clocks forgot to keep
but now the silence held her still
as if the world had gone to sleep
No song, no cry, no reason why
her last steps drawn without a sound
a breath, a hush, a fading line
and nothing stirring on the ground
A single feather touched her side
a petal leaned but could not stay
no trumpet sound, no sweet goodbye
just wings that slowly blew away
She wasn’t made for heavy things
she wasn’t built to beg or stay
she danced, she paused, she disappeared
and time just slowly walked away
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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amazing
So many monarch butterflies visiting my garden these days. Luckily they are heathy. It would be sad to see a withering butterfly.