I recently became fascinated with butterflies and the idea that they are so beautiful, but only live such a short amount of time. Every time I saw a butterfly, I would wonder where they went to die. This painting was inspired by these moments.

'Where do butterflies go to die?'

Sat outside, minding my own,
Rays of sun on my skin,
I see the flapping wings,
of a butterfly,

Suddenly it enters my mind,
A thought I can’t shake,

A creature so beautiful,
yet so short-lived,
Seemingly insignificant,
but then again… aren’t we?

As I watch it venture,
from flower to flower,
I wonder “Who could have thought such a simple creature could have such power?”

To make me ponder, for years to come,
I can’t explain why, but it’s on my mind...

Where do butterflies go to die?