The grey concrete surrounded me as that of a dreary day <br />The metal collarge of buses, encircling me.. <br />whilst exposing the shyness of colour <br />to the dullness of the scene <br />How hard the colour tried..yet the grey consumed it without effort <br />I sat, whilst the fumes danced unashamedly <br />around the concrete path before me <br /> <br />But I could only see the huge metal conterie in front of me.. <br />vibrating in tune to the fumes that swirled from it.. <br />As my ears were full of song.. <br /> <br />'You give me butterflies..' <br /> <br />..my heart sang to You as my eyes, <br />almost filled with tears.. <br />looked upon the lugubroius scene before me.. <br /> <br />'You give me butterflies..' <br /> <br />My heart sang even louder.. <br />as the fumes enveloped me.. <br /> <br />But wait! <br />What is this I see amidst the concrete collarge.. <br />What is this precious gem.. <br />struggling through the choking fumes.. <br />through the grey of this cold, somber calamity? <br />You filled me up with joy hardly contained <br />when, through all.. <br />there... <br />A pure white butterfly decended.. <br />and as I held out my hand.. <br />rested in my palm.. <br /> <br />Oh my heart..........<br /><br />Sharon Maree Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-155/
