I saw her yesterday moving in my garden.
Roaming in my garded with her beautiful purple wings,
visiting each flower in my garden.
Carrying the pollen dust from flower to flower for pollination
in her ignorance.
She was drinking honey from my flowers.
Ravaging them their life to short ephemerality.
My flower died in the evening.
The butter fly dies the following day , the silken gloss purple skinnned
butterfly lying dead in my garden.
After laying her eggs in the process.
I am envious of her short life.
Oh, god! what a brilliant salvation in your kingdom.