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.
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.
