In the backdrop of the yellow fields
I see the beautiful blue butterfly
Fluttering its wings with zealous zeals
Trying to go high as much as possible to fly.
Then slowly it drops down to a flower
And sits as quietly as it can:
It’s wings resting in the parlour
Of the petals, like a crazy stan.
It is the only one unique
Which is lively enough to seek
Whatever it wishes for in the yellow bleak
The blues on her wings so tender and sleek.
The blue in yellow is what makes it more beautiful,
Her persistence to float is what makes it more admirable,
It is the epitome of strength and beauty making its life so colourful
And nothing more can I see is so alluring and relatable.
These laughs with teary eyes
Hides more than ever the thin silver line of hope amongst these darkest skies!