Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places

The Butterfly

I held it softly in my hand,

A little thing, so grand.

It fluttered it's wings softly

The breeze blew by loftily.

I opened the window, lifted the latch

And the butterfly flew out the hatch.

It drifted along, bobbing unsteadily,

I closed the window, not very readily.

I watched the butterfly that lazy day,

So beautiful, there are no words to say.