Butterflies of Life

In a classroom of thirty students, 
I see the whole life in metaphors.
In the lifeless paper, I see live butterflies
bound to the windows, ever flying in time. 

They entangle and detangle with each other
as old friends, and old souls.
You see just origami,
I see a whole life's metaphors.
 
Someday, I would see only the threads, 
and the butterflies missing. 
Like suddenly some lives left Earth, 
Just so easily, just so suddenly.

They see the sunshine, they experience the rain,
they know the winters, they know the summers. 
They know the happiness, they know the sorrows,
They know the grief, they know the cries. 

Dancing in the seasons,
and slowly weathering. 
I would see them endlessly,
as the lessons were taught. 

A.V