Butterfly

Floating, fluttering, flittering about
The lil’ butterfly nestles itself
Among the pretty flowers in the
Springtime . . .

The majestic Monarch which migrates
Every season, travelling on its journey
With outstretched wings gliding on the breeze
Makes flight seem something of ease . . .

Of various colours o’ butterfly I’ve seen you
The unblemished white, the azure blue
The sunny yellow, purple, and orange too . . .

Where dost thou goest at night o’ butterfly?
For I see you not among the twinkling stars . . .
Yet every morn’ you arise with the dawn
To collect thy nectar among the fields
Of showy flora . . .

O’ beautiful butterfly, wearing a coat like velvet
Come play with me, show me thy colours
Thy markings like lace
And show me thy curious face . . .

Come play with me and kiss my cheek with thy wings . . .
O’ kiss me please sweet butterfly, then fly away
Where thou wilst . . . and sweet memories of you will remain
With me forever.

Copyright 2011 Mary L. Montalvo.  All rights reserved.