I am the butterfly

I am the butterfly
Full of beauty most don't see
I have intricate details and designs
My wings my source of hope.

At times I fly free
Stopping now and then
To drink the sweet nectar
Of the flower which is life.

If my wings get bent
I can not fly
Grounded and unprotected
Anything can happen.

A hand may pick me up
Unaware of the damage they can do
They are amazed at my colors and designs
Not realizing I'm so listless.

They throw me to the side
I catch my breath
As a foot comes along
Crushing me to my death.