A butterfly was lost.
The butterfly’s colors were iridescent.
It was so brilliant that no one could focus on it,
If they tried to focus, it flickered and vanished.
No one has claimed to see the butterfly in a long time.
It may have become a firefly. 
Almost no one has seen fireflies for a long time.
Three nights ago I saw a cloud of fireflies.
I held my breathe and watched them glow.
Someone said the butterfly was never real.
It was only hope.
If you find a butterfly,
Try to focus on what you see,
Even if you only see fireflies,
The memory of light will warm your heart forever.