For the Butterfly

She flutters her blue and black wings,

Looking to land on something

Beautiful, but where?

All she can see is garbage, destruction, and despair.

No flowers in sight, no trees where they were.

The people have taken too much from the Earth.

If only we could come together and try

Then maybe there would be somewhere suitable for the butterfly.

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