The Butterfly

She flutters her wings
A flicker of colour floats through the air
From flower to flower she dances
Sipping from delicate blooms
The air is filled with a sweetness
That beckons her ever on
The warmth of the sun energizes her
Strengthening each stroke of her wings
As the sun sets on the horizon
She settles upon a shady leaf
Resting her fragile wings
Another day awaits her
Another day perchance to dance
To flit through the air
To hang on the wind
To sit upon petals
Her stunning beauty beheld for all to see

Tina
September 5, 2006

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