Why Butterflies are Silent
The Creator of All was watching the children play one day.
“Soon these young ones will grow old and time will take it all away.
Their skin will wrinkle, hair will turn gray and their teeth will fall out.”
It was autumn, yet it was winter he was thinking about.
After watching the play of sun light and shadow on the ground,
He thought of a way to preserve the pure colors from around
The village. Into a bag he put the things that he had found.
A spot of sunlight beside the shadow of children at play,
A handful of blue from the sky, the yellow of leaves, no doubt,
Flower colors, the black of a young girl’s hair floating around.
The Creator was having fun filling his bag all along.
As an afterthought, the Creator of All threw in bird song.
He gave the bag to the children to see what they would detect.
Hundreds of butterflies flew out, singing with all due respect.
A songbird came and lit on the Creator and spoke direct.
“They’re blessed with all the colors of the rainbow and the owl’s hoot,
You gave them every shade; you can not give them our songs to boot.”
“You’re right; I made a promise that each bird would have its own song,
They are beautiful even so! These pretty things are perfect.”
That is the reason the Creator made the butterfly mute.