She struggles weakly, one last time
She is dying
Her pretty blue wings now broken
Under the spiders silken shroud
How fleeting and momentary her life was
Did anyone notice her passing?
Did she make you smile when,
On light breeze, she did fit by?
Do you stop to look
At the little things around you?
How fleeting and momentary are our lives
In this endless cycle
Will someone notice when you are gone?
How many will remember you and smile?
We are not insignificant beings
Each one of us counts
Each one of us has something to give to another
Whether it be for just a passing moment
Or until we, in turn, enter the spiders shroud