Trap a butterfly
In the wood.
It would fly away,
If it could.

It too longs to
Spread its wings,
Hearing what the
Season sings.

It fades into
The sky above.
Learn what it can
Say of love.

Where’s it going?
Why was it made?
Will its colors
Ever fade?

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