Suppose they have to agree,
before they can live as butterflies,
to a life that spans mere days.
But as compensation, they are offered
the freedom of flight on beautiful wings
through a world of brilliant flowers
in every color their eyes can see
and each one a feast of nectar so sweet
it would make them giddy with delight,
and every butterfly you see said Yes
to the bargain. Who could blame them?
Would you not have have said Yes, too?