Wednesday, April 7, 2010

A butterfly, flying high and low in the green meadow,

In search of a beautiful flower with a sweet scent of nectar.
Gliding through the current of air, it glides towards it.

Little dark shadows of clouds dance upon the meadow,
Signalling the signs of rain that is to come.

Fly, fly, little one, as it's little will strives this insect forward.
From dancing shadows, a fleet of endless dark shadow cast upon the field.

Beautiful as it seems from afar, only it's sweet scent guide the insect.
Drip, drip, drip. Raindrops falls upon it's fragile wings.
Heavy and drenched, it rest on the muddy soil.
With the fading scent, it crawls towards the flower.

Drip, drip, drip. It rests on the stalk with wings soak in drops of water.
Drip, drip, drip. The colour on it's wings fades as the water washes it way.
Sad as it seems, it's picture of joy fades by the drips.

Cracks of light breaks through the rainy clouds,
With heat and light, it shines the meadow.
Drying the drenched wings, it cracks and wither away like a fallen petal...
Such is the fate of a wondering insect...




Just a simple poem that doesn't really sound like one. Oh well... It's 6.05AM now and I haven't sleep yet. I wonder how she is doing right now.... I this feel extremely bad though... I guess that worried and scared side of me is what keeping me awake. It's alright. It's only right that I don't sleep either since it is my fault to begin. Walked out of my mum's rooom just now she's the first to ask how ome I'm not asleep yet and is keeping me awake but I didn't tell her much. Just said I can't seem to sleep. That's all...

I think I should switch off my pc for the least to cool it off... I hope she's alright too... I'll be awake still so don't worry.. Byebye..

posted at 3:44 AM