The Butterfly's Land

The Butterfly’s Land

A cluster of roses, exude a beguiling fragrance.
As Winter approaches,
the petals fall, unable to survive the cold minds of this world.
For this cluster of roses, Winter is but a few months,
Mother Nature’s anger subsides.

The tamed tiger, warm hearts on the horizon- a new future.

A tale of a rose, a ballad composed,
She lived under the cherry blossom tree.
Alone she thrived, her aroma enticing,
imprisoned but free, under the cherry blossom tree.

She lived without water; there was no rain;

she did not wilt; she bore the pain.

She watched as the cherry blossoms bloomed like dots of blood,

For in their roots, they had stored a flood.

When the summer solstice sang, it summoned a murmuring breeze,

it wandered far until it kissed the cherry blossom tree.

She remained calm, petals unruffled,

facing the heat, a worthy adversary.

Fighting motionless,

silent yet emotionless-

the unrepentant drought.

Flying through air, on wings woven by spiders,

a swarm of butterflies descend on the cherry blossom tree.

Still she is all alone.

Enchantingly beautiful, unnoticed by all-

she lives.

Smirking, the cherry blossom tree glares at her as if to say “Look at me,”

but she remains tranquil.

Then the day comes, a fairy tale, and so begins,
'Once upon a time',
a butterfly borne on air,
guileless and free,
towards the cherry blossom tree.

He does not hover, he does not land,

for he has found his own land.

As if he cannot see, he has suddenly gained vision,

for he lands on her.

Still she does not move, yet her heart beats stronger.

This land of petals, softness unknown,

Nectar in quantity- sweetness unknown,

for her kind heart knew no limitations.

He stays there awhile and does not move, in sync, in silence-
an unlikely harmony.

As night falls, he takes flight- never to be seen again.

As he disappears into the night, she trembles,

but it is not the wind, for its usual turbulence is faced with an uneasy calm.

A teardrop descends to the earth-

it has started to rain.

And when winter comes for her, she will fall asleep.

When the time comes for the others to awaken,
she is silenced forever.