MY BUTTERFLY!
My Butterfly!
Living in my lofty apartment and glaring
down these industrial buildings they call modern development.
The
loss of touch with Mother Nature is nausea for my soul. Waking up each morning
without the choirs of birds singing for me is worse than the deadliest snakebite.
Sounds of machinery, cars, and
delivery trucks doing their day and night routine is nothing but jarring music
to my soul.
With
due respect to the birds out there. What else can they do if my community has no
trees?
There can be no chirping birds
without trees, no singing nightingales. Trees are natural platforms for birds.
Looking through my windows, I can see jovial swallows heralding the coming
rain.
It
is hard for me to believe this is the same town where I grew up as a boy. O
God, we had all kinds of trees and types of fruits for free. But today?
Walking down the open fields, we
used to be surrounded by thousands of butterfly species all day long!
Butterflies
would fearlessly land all over our body. We never hunted butterflies for abuse
as boys. Yes, go ahead and tell the world that nobody taught us this secret.
We had this inextricable bond with
butterflies. These heavenly creatures understood us, and we worshipped them.
I
remember one day, crying like it was the end of the world because my butterfly
had died!
My butterfly. My beautiful, sweet
butterfly. What have we done to your peaceful world?
It
is better for me to sit in the dark in my old village without all these sky-permeating
lights which destroy my starry skies. Give me back the milky white way in my
nights.
There was a day in history when God
looked down at His creation and said, It is beautiful!
These
were days long before man set foot in this pristine world, filled with
butterflies everywhere.
Man is a wrecking ball which decimated
all the natural habitat of my beautiful butterfly.
What
happened to all the once beautiful wetlands where these glorious butterflies
used to play the game of death with hungry birds?
Incredibly, the butterfly species
thrived and survived against all odds until civilization!
These
eyes Lord, cry out for my butterfly. It is so hard to live a fulfilling life
without my beautiful butterflies decorating my world.
My heart joyously skips a heartbeat every
time I see my beautiful butterfly!
My
butterfly. Your world has been vanquished by man for the glory of man.
Once I petitioned the Lord: my soul
to keep for one hundred years.
Dear
Lord. I would like to walk back to my words!
A hundred years in this world, is a
waste of time without my beautiful butterfly.
Please,
grant me the strength of the butterfly.
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