A vague memory it may well be
Yet it travelled with me constantly
I saw no colours smelt no scent
But that memory for me was meant
There was a time were i could breathe
I flew up high around the trees
I felt the air beneath my wings
It carried me to brighter things
remembering once I lived this way
Is what kept me fighting through each day
I sit and watch the world go by
A broken little butterfly
For there has been no life for me
Since they took away my special tree
The air got thick, I began to choke
Surrounded in black sadness smoke
They chopped down our own life souce
Why? Not pleasing to their eye of course
But I was saved by that memory
That travelled with me constantly
Reminding me the smoke will clear
Happiness will replace the fear
For I am meant for better things
Else why such beauty in these wings
Alas the time has come for me
Mankind re-discovered the budleia tree.
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