The Butterfly

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew Anointed with a gentle rain amidst sun showers she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinna beneath a tinted sky of April blue Flight of fancy fanning fast, fabulous marvel, she is beauty true on true. With thirst now satisfied she feels refreshed, so takes up wing to fly away Soaring through the warm and gentle breeze, this little creature captures us today. A speck of blue, she darts across the flower beds landing on each one Soft are her feet, upon the petals, with wings erect she now enjoys the sun. Her beauty so spectacular, this gift of nature bringing pleasure to one’s eye A joyous sight to behold, how fragile, but in perfect form this butterfly.