The Golden Wings of the Monarch
- Avisha N. Sanassie
Upon golden wings they
Flutter by.
In the silver moon light
They rest upon trees
Once the orange glow of
Sunlight
Touches their well-rested faces
They know it's time to move on.
Many make the trip,
The trees are their only shelter,
Many try to attack them,
But upon their golden wings
They fly
They seem to float in the
Crisp morning air
They seem to fly
Upon their beautiful wings