Moth
Night time’s butterfly
Absent in colour
Forever drawn
To all things bright

The sun of darkness
A lamp that’s artificial
Attracted to its heat
It begs for some colour
Within their blackened world

Butterfly
Day time’s moth
Flutters by your face
Unafraid, for it knows
That it is beautiful

When the moth meets butterfly
A dance is initiated
Where day meets night
Nature balances
And the yin yang stabilises

The butterfly of the night
Gives everyone a fright
Whilst the moth of day
Makes all want to play
But… I’m a fan of both