whirling flight
Apr 7, 2026 · 1 min read
when dust rises from rubble
Of the future we have set to face
Butterflies will continue to dance
when nature forgets its instincts
Due to catastrophic abuse
Butterflies will continue to dance
humans forgotten in graves dug for themselves
By themselves, with a welcoming hand
Butterflies will continue to dance
when the world is no longer a familiar place
but a barren land of souls
Butterflies will continue to dance
Over flooded,
it’s own Atlantis,
no regard for those who can’t swim,
Overtaken by notions of being over grown
assuming butterflies will continue their dance,
dance for a new morrow, claimed by the very things once taken for granted
confusing yells of sorrow, for cheers
Too high on ideals of never ending abundance,
unaware of how hard the low hits when there’s nothing to soften the blow
when caterpillars metamorphosize and climb out, into their new being,
reclaiming spaces that belong to them,
from dancing beasts with no regard of another.
butterflies do continue to dance,
Whirling in flight,
no swatting figures to get in their way.