staring into the vast infinite on an unsuspecting night, a fluttering feeling touched upon me a feeling so foreign and new and magical. with the advent of time i would call it my happiness happiness is but a butterfly migrating to warmer lands to seek shelter never a sun shone its light on me incapable of being a beautiful butterfly, i was planted in these ashes and built my home here an abandoned rusted wasteland it became never in the hope of a visitor i made content till you came and showed me a different season roots mine wet and shrieking and shivering previously only a landmine where others waged their war but you were warm and soft and delicate a way of life unbeknownst to me with fruits and flowers and colors and heat aching for the sun to come back to me guiding your way to me just this once and once again there’d be a spring in my step and flowers on my leaves i’d hold the sun closer to me so youd stay forever so we could blossom the life we’d dreamed in a faraway land for you, i’d become the sun if theyd let me now im just a cold barren land that i used to be still colder days await me as i lay bare in the lonesome white nights and grey mornings with my voice a prisoner in my bones, i’ll whisper of your lore unto eternity