A Green Butterfly

The leaves aged,

With a pale green patch;

Holding the body,

And mesmerizing a match.

An illusion it was,

As if both dissolved;

Hard to identify,

Unless it got resolved.

The moment it flew,

It got a stick of the green;

And the magic broken,

With the difference seen.

But hard was the phase,

Before it got this beauty;

Had to go through phases,

From a creeper to curiosity.

The antennas behold,

A connection to nature;

May be holding a message,

For a green future.

It flew through the skies,

And touched many hearts;

Appealing to the eyes,

Rolling in memory carts.

Some painted it through,

A blank canvas got drew;

Creativity added to charm,

And a sense that brew.

I too got lost,

Immersed in thought;

How is the beauty of nature,

And how it is being sought.