As I walk through the park one day,
I had notice this butterfly had flew in my way.
As I raised my hand to knock it aside,
The beautiful black butterfly made my eyes open wide.
'How can something so beautiful live here with us,
In a world which is filled with darkness.
' I ask myself 'has this beautiful creature defied?'
I shake my head and brush it aside.
I walk a few more feet,
And on a bench I took a seat.
Would you believe that butterfly came after,
Like I was Mother Nature.
It landed on my hand,
Just like in the movies that are so grand.
While sitting here,
I wonder about this precious dear.
I ask myself another question,
‘Is this Gods gift from heaven?'
I began to fear,
‘Why has God put this beautiful creature here?'
With that thought tears began to stream down my face,
"Is this the only true beauty that excised in this place?'
Without an answer the black butterfly died,
And all I had done was cried.
I asked God for the answer to my question,
‘My child it was simply destine!'
I wiped the tears,
And tucked my hair behind my ears.
Sweet death to my black butterfly,