Let us cater for the pillars of the skies,
the stranded angels on Earth’s solid ground
which are the seeds of the winged butterflies
when their potential beauty has yet been found.
Voracious and veiling, they hide in their food
waiting for their chance to ascend from the green
where they are so ingeniously hued
that they’re almost impossible to be seen.
And when the time’s right, they will grow their wings
and beat them furiously to the air
where their fluttering eyes can see what life brings
in the dizzy heights where they’re now deemed fair.
Beauty can arise in places remotest,
it just waits to ascend and be noticed.
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