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I sat on my weary chair
In one of my somber affairs
Weighing my heart
That ached from the start
From tangles of knots
That I did know not
The reason
Solution
The trees swayed in a sisterly way
As if they were trying to say 'Hey'
Just to cheer me
Up to any degree
But I wasn't tempted
In no way interested
For my pain is far beyond
The such that can befall upon
A tree - or anything of simple nature
A less intricate creature
So I sat there
Trying not to care
Unheeding
Weeping
But then a butterfly came flying up high
Along with the flowery breeze
Then lowered then landed on my thigh
Of which I wasn't so pleased
In this grim reflection
I loathed interruption
Though she smiled to me
With her colorful wings
Unreasonably happy
In so many ways intriguing
I stared back bitterly
To this unwelcome guest
Wondered if I should make her flee
And pursue a different quest
So that I can be free
To be morose and depressed
"You cannot help me." I dared the Butterfly.
No answer other than the smug colorful smile.
"You shouldn't even be happy yourself,
With only about a month to dwell."
My pessimism continued
But she kept cheerfully mute
Her two antennas suddenly rubbed together
As if offering a hand-shake of honor
And then she flipped her wings and hovered
Forgetting my troubles, I looked with wonder
Closer and closer she came to my face
Brushed against my cheek with such a strange grace
I was stunned
Not being able to shun
This small, light and simple being
Had made me think hard to the brink
She's still there
Not going anywhere
Bobbing up and down
Trying to remove my frown
Trying to prove that I
Have a better thing to do than cry....
So I smiled.
