The Butterfly Bleeds

A Paradise Of Flowers Once Was
Where Trees and Plants Rested
Blue Skies; Green Fields Across;
A Glorious Place, Snow – Vested!

As The Sun is Down The Horizon
Butterflies Would Flutter Along
They Used to Play Till It’s Late
Alas! Then, None Knew Their Fate!

One Fine Day When Fog Was On
The One Day When The Sun Was Gone
They Came Around As Everyday Past
They Never Knew That Was Their Last!

On One Corner Of The Land They Aspire,
It Glowed, It Was a Forest Fire
Sun Has Come Down -They Thought,
And Ran into The Fire, Red and Hot!

The Butterflies’ Wings, Once So Fragrant
Burned Down; A Vision So Unpleasant,
They Tried in Vain, The Couldn’t Fly,
They Neither Had Voice; They Couldn’t Cry!

Vastness Of The Forest, The Vile Fire Feeds
It Grows and Grows, The Butterfly Bleeds,
For The Sins Of The Lowly Humanity,
The Butterflies Stand Proof, Dying Slowly!