"The Significance of the Insignificant": A Poem

A butterfly comes and seeks

The blades of grass we take for granted beneath

Our shoes as we walk, so entombed in our own world

That we don’t notice the one below our feet

But the butterfly won’t find the grass

For the grass has been destroyed at mass

By the giants that roam the Earth

Who don’t see and simply pass

The butterfly searches, but won’t find

The blade of grass in her mind

She stops and studies the world around her

And realizes it is not so kind

These giants with their big machines

Destroy the little lives in between

The big lives they live, for why should they care

About those they cannot see?

The butterfly has no home

She has no place to call her own

She flies away in search of a new world

In which those in it see the world, not just their phone