BUT ISN'T THE FLOWER LOVELY?

A butterfly with tattered wings
Laid a flower next to her
It seemed, she spoke
She said she died within her dream
"But, isn't the flower lovely?"
She just needed to be sheltered for awhile
Prey for others, you know
As a tiny eyedrop flowed from her eyesight
A yellow wild canary came by
To sing her an aria
Aromatic flowers filled the air
And a petal fell from where she lay, and as
She stroked her frail velvet wings
Her soul flew home.