Lament of a Lily Field

A gravely injured butterfly
Flaps its wings over lily fields
Trying in a vain attempt
To salvage itself
With the dust lifted from its wings,
Picked up by infant children,
It is frantic in its final actions,
Waging a war with the air,
A battle that it cannot hope to win,
But still it persists,
Evading all the pitfalls of a lily field.
Somewhere it searches despite itself,
Somewhere to die in peace,
Hoping to evade the scathing pains,
That would leave it in discernible pieces,
Its antennae search the winds above the flowers
But the winds are lying all of the day,
Proving their falsehoods which bash the bug away,
Its too bad for the distance it took to do it,
As the lily's bend and break in distress,
Reaching up in attempt to save it,
The butterfly flaps its wings frantically,
Faintly falling feverishly just beyond its landing
On the other side of a lily field.