Butterfly

 

A dream, a real dream in my slumber
Where truth rises and waves by one hand,
I saw myself strolling in a field
Full of butterflies and filled with the aromatic of lavender.

A colorful butterfly i glimpsed flying
Up in the sky she was soaring
She thought the field is not her place
She thought paradise is her grace.

She has never known about the distance
Between the ground and the sky
So she flapped her wings
But not last to the end.

Fatigue climbed her body,
Fear grasped her soul
She tried and tried against all that
But sadly she fell down.

Who was dreaming about the sky
Is now burning to cinder on the ground
What a miserable fate for such a dreamer!

Is this how life rewards us? To dream and die
to become a dust in the ground?
Is this how time takes everything from us
And leave us with nothing of what we desired?