The fairy and the butterfly were trapped beneath a dome
Longing for a freedom flight, but prisoners of home.
The fairy wasn't bothered since she had eternity,
But the butterfly was panicked, as tomorrow might not be.
For a butterfly has moments, swift and vibrant on a sky.
Not a second left for wasted suffocation passing by.
His wings, they fluttered frantic as he tried to find a way
To breach the bounds that held them like an anvil in a bay.
Now, she knew and loved this wingspan that he wore so regally
And she could not bear to see him fade to nothing magically.
So she occupied a maiden who then lifted up the glass
And she too found her freedom through her friend that lived so fast.
For when you are eternal, as the fairy learned that day,
You have to be a butterfly lest the colors fade away.
So the fairy and the butterfly found yet another home.
His wings impressed upon her, iridescent on her own.