(Medium: Black ink and colored pens )
(She dozed away all tired and torn
Life was not at all roses,
For her too many thorns....)
She dreamt of a strange butterfly
A splash of green and a pinch of sky..
As it fluttered those shadowy wings
She thought it symbolised sad things...
But then she noticed the lively red and soaring blue...
(Suddenly she woke up rubbing her eyes
Chanting involuntarily without a clue)
“No matter how hard it gets there is always
A way through....”