Fluttering in the sunlight, it flapped it’s wings of beauty.
It wasn’t quite what they thought, it was a little more.
The wings fluttered and flipped and flittered and twisted and flew—
They didn’t know what was hidden inside, it was far past the outer layers.
The flitter of the wings in the blink of an eye: miss it and it’s gone.
As the butterfly flapped it’s final goodbye, it fluttered off into the sunlight, where it all started.
All through a butterfly.