THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

I made this today for my Creative Writing class. I dedicate this poem to my sister, my mentor, my suba-mate, my nomo-mate, my friend.

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT
The moaning winds blow;
The sun is soon to set
And down the pine-filled mountain
Lies an open meadow.
Flowers in bloom and tall trees
Cover the wide,long plain.
Then comes a tiny thing,
Flying over the bowing reeds,
Lands on top of a violet.
With one flap of her bright, yellow wings,
A hundred, a thousand,
A million, she kills.