Among the meadows he ran
Little did he know, as he ran
He was losing what he loved,
Joy fully speaking to his beloved
Butterflies, he failed to notice
Distant sobs, he alone could miss.
Too late it was when, finally he did
Of-course he had it misdid.
He didn’t know,did he?, the reason
Too busy he was enjoying the season
What could he do?
What should he do?
He prayed for the sadness to lift.
But like rain clouds, it wouldn’t shift.
He wouldn’t talk to the butterflies anymore
They didn’t tell him about those tears..
“Thay couldve!” thought he “Had thay no ears?”
He wanted the sadness to be seen nevermore.
As he ran in to the meadows,
He had forgotten a lot in the shadows.