There came a day when the trees were no more;

The day the sun raised her drowsy head

She peeked a sigh out of her dark blanket

Deciding not to get out of bed.

I was made to hold my mother's hand

And she whispered not to cry

In the quiet, the nightingale sang to me

A bittersweet ode to sadness

What I was told was that

Someone had hurt the earth

And like a finger pressed against my lips

The silence made my thoughts stop

And then I thought one clear true thought

That,

Butterflies couldn't make the world beautiful again

Not even if they sprinkled the earth

With miracle dust from their fluttering wings

There was no sadness, no pain, no misery

There was no anger, no real bitterness or eternal hunger

Just a subdued hum like a distant buzz

A fading memory of what once was

I raised my head up in query

To the gathering conference of dark clouds

The small child I was, quickly chided

By the most commanding one of the crowd

Quick I faced away, a stealer of secrets

Not one to be trusted, I hid in shame

The silence that once sealed my lips

Left me to hold my own