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Musings of a Butterfly

When I grow my wings and a butterfly I become,

Would I remember, from where I had come.

When I fly so high, Would I be able to see,

That caterpillar down there, that once was me.

Will the world I come from, seem so dull and grey,

When in the colourful garden flowers I play.

Will I cringe, when ever a cocoon I see,

Coz I am, now, beautiful and free.

Will I pride myself, my beauty, my flight,

My grace, my poise, my color, my sight,

Or will I also remember, my struggle, my might,

To become what I am, all that I had to fight.

What should my role as a butterfly be?

Display my beauty for all to see,

Transport some pollen from a plant to another,

Somehow thus making me a mother?

Do I belong to, where from i have come?

Or am I just to be, what I’ve become?

Should I enjoy as long that I last?

Or is there a duty I owe to my past?

So many questions they come to me,

Do they also come to the wasp and the Bee?

I would imagine these questions for everyone are common,

How about to the species called human?

They seem not bothered about future or past,

Not if the earth they live on will last,

Not if the air they breathe will remain,

Not of the spread of suffering and pain.

What will the future generations drink?

When all the world’s waters they’ve filled with their stink,

Where will we feed, where will they grow?

When everywhere that is seen, their garbage they throw.

Is there a future that I should worry about,

Maybe before that everything will wipeout,

I won’t have to worry about when I grow wings,

The cocoons, caterpillars and petty things.

I do think about how the world would be,

Without, all this trash in the sea,

Without their buildings, factories and cars,

When visible are the moon and the stars.

When the world might again be clean and free,

The river, the mountain, the animal, the tree,

Till then we eagerly wait for the dawn,

Light will break when the human is gone.