Dean Okamura

Last Flutter

Last flutter butter- 

fly home and say good- 

bye to journeys done. 

You tamed many Sun- 

days and weekdays and 

battled for future 

generations of 

your kind. In a hos- 

tile world where men des- 

troy your habitat 

and your nourishment. 

Your wings elegant, 

even in death, re- 

leasing colors hid- 

den in the sunlight. 

Words cannot capture 

your fantastic art- 

form, sheer esthetic, 

of divine prayer, 

of blessing the land, 

hymns of praise, and ra- 

diant shouts of joy. 

Your journeys done. 

You're home.