Butterflylife

I am the Watcher,
I have seen the sun,
Rise and fall each day.
The moon surface and set.
I sit and watch

Each life flits away.
To me they are like butterflies,
Each one different and yet the same.
I watch each life flit away.

Each life has its own color,
Each life takes its own path,
And then each life is taken.
Taken away so different,
and yet so the same.

I watch each life flit away.
Some last longer than others.
Some are scarcely born.
Some are stronger than the rest.
Some live their lives in pensive thought,
While others shine brighter than their friends.

And I sit and watch each life flit away.
Some of the butterflies like the dark,
Others love the light.
Some like to play and fly,
Others like to watch

Some are born to brightness,
While others must somehow gain
Some hide and disguise them selves.
Others like to show,
The colors they were born with.
I have painted each.

I am the Watcher,
and I lay watching my precious butterflies,
and how their lives flit away.

This poem was written by someone who had never had a death in their family and never knew true sorrow. Now this same person writes the explanation of this poem knowing true sorrow and having seen the death of a loved one. This poem tells us that we are not alone in this world that we are on this planet all together. A butterfly is a representation of someone’s soul and I wrote this poem before I knew of this comparison. Now I dedicate this poem I had written before death to the first of my family who dies and his still living wife my Grand mother and Grandfather Sherman and Vivian Carter.