Beautiful butterfly of blue,
I stopped in my tracks
When I saw your stunning hue.
Your cool colors made me relax.
Your wings outspread on the ground
You were reluctant to have me around.
So, I crouched down to the cracks,
"Good morning, Blue Butterfly,"
I whispered.
Your wings flittered
As a reply.
I crept closer with timidity,
"Why are you grounded? It must be the humidity."
I watched as you tested your wings again and again.
Then, finally, you flew!
It made me want to bring out the champagne!
Sadly, then, it was time to say adieu,
Beautiful butterfly of blue.
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A simple poem about a butterfly I met on my way to class the other morning.
