Golden Butterfly

Certain day,

I found sad and alone

Discolored at the side of the road

A golden butterfly

That, in weeping it wet

Now hers discolored wings.

Moved and almost without speech

I asked a cricket that passed

What had really happened?

Because, for me it didn't make any sense

What I just had seen at that road.

And a little saddened

He looked at her of a certain distance

Because it really did not believe

Phenomenon that gave him also anguish.

Because, unfortunately, I just had withnessed

After flying almost the whole morning

Sunny and where even the pomegranate

Smilling all full of grace at her

Because nobody imagined

That the golden butterfly suddenly would change

And, for punishment never to fly again

In that fearful metamorphose that not even the most famous scientists

Know exactly how to explain.

And so, it happened...

On that spectacular day

The butterfly lost her own apogee

In a very strange way

But, at the same time very peculiar.

By Silvio Parise

Published in 2012 in the book " Fábulas/Fables " by Editora Sucesso.

ISBN 978 - 85 - 89091 - 71 - 8

http://www.recantodasletras.com.br/autores/silvioparise