Ode to the Butterfly

another poem about- you guessed it- innocence!

Oh, butterfly,

the image of innocence,

hatched from it's cocoon,

not knowing any wickedness.

But soon, your wings will dry,

soon, you'll have to fly,

and then learn of danger, and of being prey,

for the birds hunt today.

Your colorful wings dull from use,

from wear and tear,

the patterns fade from abuse,

yes, it is unfair.

'Tis unfair that beauty must be stolen,

unfair that innocence cannot reign golden.

Because soon, the butterfly's life comes to an end,

because innocence always expends.

Author's Note

reviews please!

Reviews

[Odayin]

I like the idea of a poem about innocence. Very nicely done. I like how you explained all the symbolism and representation. It really helps not miss anything and then open up new doors to other things for deeper minds. I'm sure you'll get what you want from this one. Once again, keep it up Sophie

[MandaBear]

I like this poem. they are my favorite insect or whatever they are called. such a sweet poem :)

[allie_arrowz]

yeah its too bad innocence fades. i think its one reason children are so beautiful.
nice poem