Butterflies wings
Such a gentle thing
Every color and pattern imaginable
Flutters about my face
The light, almost wispy insects
Like a dream or a fantasy
Dance like they know nothing else
In the light of dawn and morning
The dew sparkles as the sun hits it
The butterflies seem not to mind
As the sun lights up their wings
And display a beautiful show.
As the days flitter away
The dawn turns to dusk
The butterflies are still here
Dancing into the night
They have no worry
No care heavies their wings
They only dance and sing and laugh
In the enteral ball of the garden.
(Inspired by the photo!)
