Dusty Blue

Dusty, a beautiful blue butterfly
Alit on a country fence
Dry, arid earth to his left
Searing the tips of his young wings
Acrid air smothering his fragile lungs
Darkness making his world so small

On the right, a warm mist in the air
Sunlight blazes through
Splashing a smiling rainbow across the sky
Promises of joy and adventure

But Dusty sits on the fence
His wings yet to fly
Waiting for a gentle breeze to guide him into the light
Into the wings of another