In the garden,
which packs with thorns.
Can be seen,
the beauty of a wee darling,
In a place,
where roses and lilies adorn.
It’s a beautiful critter, that roams,
A butterfly thee call,
with colourful wings,
In the garden, which was packed with thorns.
She’s a muse! In this place, she called home,
Her spectacular hue, amazingly glowing,
In a place, where roses and lilies adorn.
Petals to petals are like her playground,
Flowers are happy seeing her flying,
In the garden, which packs with thorns.
She lives blessedly, freely, and wellborn,
Gifted with stunning beauty and everything,
In a place, where roses and lilies adorn.
Her lifespan is short are you ready to mourn?
Two weeks left and she is expiring,
In the garden, which packs with thorns,
In a place, where roses and lilies adorn.
Melchie Guihama
