The Butterfly
The day was bright and calm, so still, no leaf was seen to stir.
A view of the horizon through the haze was just a blurr.
The blossom was a picture both on tree and garden plant.
But I was stuck there - in my bed, and told - DON'T MOVE - YOU CAN'T!
So sitting, sullen stiff and still, stuck there upon the bed.
A massive stack of pillows, piled, I just sat there and read!
But suddenly some colour caught my eye from just outside,
Flocks of coloured butterflies, as pretty as a bride!
They swirled and banked and floated, colours flashing as a dream,
A hundred million colours, like a rainbow in a stream.
The bounty of creation, a vast myriad of jewels,
This kind of vision, only dreams of Heaven's grandeur fuels.
But then at once the dream was gone, A sudden gust of wind,
Took away the beauty of that flock that made me grin.
And as a consolation prize, a simple gift was planned,
One solitary creature came, alighted on my hand.
Bruce Lietze
August 17th 2015
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