Butterfly doodle

                        (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....”