White Morpho .. the species of Hope

You emerge, so full of hope and vision as one beckons you to abide with them

Landing upon their vine you soon see a shriveled nature, almost lecherous

Shocked by the atmosphere of apathetic greed, you stand very still

It is time to move on, gripping tightly to fortitude,  you gain the strength

Shuwt is here…rich and poor meet together yet one must make a choice

Nevertheless, you stay for the moment, hoping they too will see this light

but no more will your essence be fed upon, for the knowing is here

they have been nullified, so move on My child of Grace, do you not know?

YOU HAVE WINGS