Butterfly

Taken to the air
Many fell bats
  Of wings and prayer
The heavens beckon
  Still the world contains
  No matter the beauty
   Or freedom deserved
   And these wings so frantic
    For flight
A flutter
And airs dance
Should the skies bring rain
To the wing
   The water clings
From the space of not
To the time below
The wind is harsh
And the wing must surrender
Even at a last attempt
   Of flutter
Upon a dampen leaf
Tendril legs stand
Even as in air
As here
   Beauty sings
   For all to hear
Then to fly
The butterfly