Life surrounds me; sounds
confront me
Little do I hear trumpets sound
Likewise of many buzzing bees
Across the forest, I make rounds
Silence makes a pitter-patter
While a raindrop hits the wet grass
Natures lullaby quite dapper
As silence puts me in a trance
It’s eerie now, vastly unreal
Heart far above me, in the sky
A fantasy starts; my skin peels
Transformed I am a butterfly
Free of my cocoon, free to fly
This is my chance for a new life
Wings constricted, I wonder why
My feet won’t leave the ground; a
knife
Still the trance overwhelms my
heart
Trying eagerly to leave ground
Yearning to be long past this
part
Despite lack of music; no sounds
My heart now understands and
knows
Standing in the deafening quiet
My vast knowledge begins to show
Brain, heart and spirit in riot
I slowly lay my head back down
Again
to wake; reality
To the dreary woods I do frown
There is no actuality
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