Butterfly & Shakespeare sonnets
Long live our Been the Butterfly
To honor the greatest Shakespeare,
Your wings and beauty like a lullaby
To shine brightly at night and disappear.
A poet and a butterfly – unique philosophy
Of long ago created United Kingdom,
A part of William Shakespeare’s biography,
Read it aloud, my reader, and get wisdom
Make sure, it might be the Creature’s reality,
Such geniuses are born once in a century.
Hush! An insect’s sweetest twitting melody,
Been the Butterfly’s flying can see only thee.
All I told you now is a part of the mysterious world,
Poet’s love and insect’s sorrow – all are whirled.
Poet’s love and insect’s sorrow – all are whirled,
They cannot live ever from now apart,
The further it flies, the odder it’s curled
That can be witnessed from a rampart.
Macbeth is Shakespeare’s entire play,
Even butterfly knows it’s a tragedy.
Love and sorrow again. “What to say?”
Writing and creating are worth to be greedy.
A dazzling thunderstorm is the writer’s desire,
The flashing lightning is of Been butterfly’s,
The same loved Macbeth in a shire,
“The whole world is the theatre,” Shakespeare sighs.
All people and insects are actors on Earth,
Even Shakespeare and butterfly in their girth.