If you love butterflies, and if you write poetry, send us a poem!!
Into our lives butterflies fly,
Creatures of beauty and flight.
They grace our lives
With flutter and fancy,
and soon disappear in the night.
They leave us memories
Of whimsy and wonder
Of flowers taking to wing
And then they're gone
Far to soon
For them, life is complete.
I knew a man
Many years ago
An unhappy man at that;
He had a good life
Or so it seemed to me
But to him
It wasn't so much
I lost track of this man
For many years
Life just carried on.
And then I saw him
Not too long ago
Remembered him once again,
And to my surprise
And my chagrin
He had changed his life.
He had a smile.
Enthusiasm too,
His life appeared fulfilled.
I hesitated to ask,
Didn't know if I should
What had changed for him,
But he volunteered to me
Before I could inquire
That he had discovered his passion,
Rather late in life,
But discovered it he had,
Whimsical, magical, colorful too
Among the wildflowers,
Riding the breeze
Colorful, gentle and magical
The whimsy of the butterfly,
Had made his life complete.
Now he revels
In the pastures and fields,
Walking and hiking with his friends.
Seeing the gentle, beautiful butterflies
Has given him life again.
A butterfly and a wildflower met one day,
. . . And soon were fast in love.
They spent their time,
Short as it was,
In fields bathed in summer light.
The butterfly flitting,
The wildflower basking,
Both happily in love in the sun.
Then one day the sun went away,
The cold crept in,
And the flower and the butterfly bid goodbye,
Each hoping they would,
Yet knowing they wouldn't,
Meet again in the spring!!
I'm a butterfly,
. . . As you see.
Colors and patterns
All over me.
I've four strong wings
that beat hard and fast,
And I've got 6 long legs,
. . . And I use them all.
My mouth is my nose,
And I taste with my feet
I love sipping nectar
With a thing called a proboscis
And I love even more
And I do it every day,
Sitting on flowers
Especially the pretty ones
Stretching my wings
Warming up in the sun.
My wings that are clear
Underneath the scales
And my eyes that have lenses
Six thousand of them
I can't feel pain,
Or so they say
But I can't say for sure
I don't know how it feels.
I hope you like us
and what we do
Because we don't live very long
And we want to please you.
I roamed the fields,
I hiked the woods.
Even mountains did I climb
To find the peace of long ago
That made me feel alive.
Then one day
To my surprise,
A moment did I feel
The peace, the calm of long ago.
A butterfly had I seen.
There it was,
As they had always been,
Going about their lives,
Flittering peacefully from flower to flower,
Basking in the warmth of the sun,
Enjoying the nectar of their lives
Even though they might live,
Only a few more days
This made their lives complete.
Now when I'm out,
Living my life,
If a butterfly do I see,
I take a moment,
Often much more,
To accept the gift they give,
By being themselves,
By enjoying their lives,
They bring great joy to me.
