It was beautiful
It teased me
But I could not follow it
Eventually I gave in
And gave chase
And when I had it in my grasp
It turned to ash
I let it go
Watching as it regained form
And fly away
To land on a fire
A familiar fire
They had been ash
Before they were a butterfly
And they keep going back
Because that's all they know
They get burnt then fly away
To find another chaser
Just to return
Back to the fire
And get burnt
The poor paper butterfly
