the butterfly
emerged
on stage one night
to sing her song
a break from flight
the words she sang
like fine silk gold
through out the land
her stories told
once there was a field so green
with big oak trees
and clear blue streams
and meadows bloomed
in early spring
a sight's behold
such a beautiful scene
but then one day
appeared a man
with big machines at his command
and land was taken
both far and wide
and at night you could hear
the forest's creatures cry
homes they had
built were taken away
family and friends
lost til this day
houses were built
where the butterflies live
man took away
never learning to give
so early morn'
when the butterfly flies
there is no forest
there are no cries
all the creatures have
gone away
all because man
showed up one day....






writings from the tombs....

Really sad to see the forest slowly dwindle away.

Sad,, Yet so Beautiful

But very well written!!!