I saw a butterfly, <br />In the corner of my eye. <br />By a country road of romance, <br />At the end of a wooden fence. <br /> <br />Torn and broken wings, <br />Crush in the wires. <br />So hapless there all alone, <br />No hope to survive on its own. <br /> <br />I went to aid, <br />Through the glade. <br />But all at once, <br />A truck passed by leaving a trance. <br /> <br />Then the image blurred, <br />And all that was left of the butterfly, <br />Was a memory, <br />And an image of reality.<br /><br />JeanFrancois Denis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-butterfly-6/
