A friend of mine said:
I was so upset when I found out the butterflies at night were just moths
Poem reply:
Butterflies at Night
I saw them flit and flutter Against the dark of night, A dancing swarm of color, Such a wondrous sight.
But then I learned the truth, And felt a pang of pain, For the butterflies I'd loved Were just moths, all the same.
Yet as I looked upon them, In their dusty, muted hues, I saw a different beauty, One that's often overlooked.
For moths are just as lovely, In their gentle, humble way, And though they lack the glamour Of butterflies by day,
They shine a bit more brightly, In the soft and starry light, And bring a touch of magic To the shadows of the night.
