Butterfly Love

How do you save a butterfly stuck behind glass? When it is running from your hands, running to the place it sees beyond the glass, but it can't reach. It sees no other way out it can go nowhere. It's pitiful condition, its harmless nature and its divine beauty would make you want to save it. It has not much more to live and you would wish to give it all it can have but all you can give is its freedom. You reach for its wings and hold it gently try to direct him to safety and all you get is its life. Its wings are so delicate they smudge beneath your fingers. It can't even cry, can't call out for help, there is nothing it can do, not even express its pain. It silently offers its life to you. " Here take it" It can't even ask you to keep it safe, can't even look at you with tear filled eyes. All it leaves behind is a patch of colour. A patch of it's most brightest life. It's best qualities. It's best memory. It didn't ask for anything in return for it, not even its life. But when it is alive, what does it give? What has it done to have its died like this? Every time it passes by you it gives you a smile on your face. Every time it lands on a flower it gives it beauty. Every soft move is one's joy and how can it have a fate so cruel? Thats our souls that god put there. Our souls that smudge every time. Its our souls that try to fly and falls without wings. We that feel so small when standing next to something as powerful as the butterfly love.