A personal poem for you for no reason because you seem to need one. (I don't know why though...)
Okay...
A butterfly opens it's wings,
And glides across the sky.
Landing on an outstretched hand.
Fluttering slightly as its little legs land.
A smile flowing from the young face.
A hand raises to touch the delicate wings.
One soft touch, and one glitter
Of the wings as it flies away.
A small gasp escaped as the face watches it disappear into the sky.
-Butterfly
Done. There you go...