The Boy Who Chased Butterflies
The unknown little boy Was running through the high grass Fingers almost touching butterflies The wind made time pass While darkness filled the skies It made the world quieter When the rain came down on Earth The little boy stopped And looked at the butterfly Who vanished in the wind It took away the boy's laughter But also made room for a new chapter The boy looked at the stars high in the sky And smiled Tomorrow the butterflies would come back The sky wouldn't be forever black
~S.VDP











