The Lotus and the Butterfly

it was a long,cold and starry night
the moon was reflecting on a silent swamp
it was a long time the swamp had died
the swamp was full of dead butterflies
the tired butterflies passing by,have to fall one by one
not everything to rely
suddenly one of the stars fell into the swamp
as the sun lit the sky became a flower that bright star
it bloomed,that's what we call it lotus
from now on...
the life had come to the swamp
none of butterflies have fallen to die
instead of butterflies' wings
the lotus blooms had coloured the mere
....everything flows so fine...
as it reached my flying on that lagoon
the lotus was gonna miss the moon
in order to reach that high area the lotus became ipomoea
but it needed somthing to rely
butterflies....butterflies...[ipomoea said to itself]
it started to call them all:
"ur backrest needs u,please! come....come..."
as it liked:
they turned a deaf ear to its call
the flower started to dew...
they were all blinded to that view...
as i saw it during my fly...i coudn't bear,it was crying by
i flew down towards ipomoea to reach it into its area
i caught its leaf with my wings...
flew towards the sky till the weather grew dark
it grew and grew,looped around the moon
as we reached to the moon,it left me and caught the moon
as my wings became weak,i needed a backrest to sit
called ipomoea in continuous...
it couldnt hear me,talkin to moon
i couldnt bat again,fell in to the swamp with all my pain

present to Nazanin A-J