The Butterfly

 

Flitting from flower to flower

Alighting for but a breath of time

Savoring the scent and scurrying away

To tease the next tender tendril

Beautiful butterfly, let me the next you touch

Linger, stay.........let your beating wings

Fan around me.......enfolding me in their rhythm

Let them teach me the thrill of their thrumming tune

Then fly if you must....for I will not hold that which must be free

A taste of your wonder is all I ask