Comitis Ex Natura

An unnamed butterfly with a broken wing,
Inevitability held back with drink and shelter,
Set free on a rainy day to feel life,
As it was meant.

Surrounded by fresh air,
On the petals of a red geranium,
Never to fly again yet still
Able to feel the wind brush softly
Wings still vibrantly colored.

From the side of the road,
To a flower pot in the kitchen,
With caring hands and sugared water,
Far from the roaring cars and feral predators,
The butterfly fades into the peaceful serenity of nature.

Life is only so short and so with the help of others we can find our own peaceful flower pot of sorts and live our life happier than we would on the side of the road, dealing alone with whatever issues may be plaguing us.