Butterfly

She is a masterpiece Drawn and painted into different versions By thousands of men

But no person could truly grasp And express her true self Within a single canvas

They drew her as something Sweet, beautiful, and fragile She was delineated as a flower A fragrant, colorful and pretty flower.

But there was one painter she admired the most He drew her as a butterfly

With colorful wings, Perched on top of a flower Drinking the sweetest nectar

No person could truly grasp And express her true self But this painting was close

Almost

Because we only see butterflies Hovering over flowery garden beds

But if you were to go deeper inside the forests You would see the butterflies

Feasting on a carcass