Beautiful Thing

Through dense undergrowth, beating wings comb

Fritillary, one of the last, native to my home.

Saffron, chartreuse, shades of yellow

Glinting in the sunset, a vibe indescribably mellow.

Heavy boots trample through the thicket,

Death, I know, is a one-way ticket.

Adrenaline soaring higher than clouds,

Closer and closer, louder than loud.

Heart pumping, standing eye to eye

We both know that nature shouldn’t die.

You may continue your path of life, but that won’t stop my sorrow,

Yesterday is gone, and I’ll have to live tomorrow.

But today is the gift that some never receive

When I’m the very last one, what’s left to grieve?

Will anyone remember my precious existence?

Will people ever know my travels, my distance?

Beautiful things never stay

Beautiful things wither away

Beautiful things disappear

I’m a beautiful thing, and I’m still here.