In a long ago time, in a far away place,
A young girl reposed with the warmth on her face of summer's Old Sol.
And on the breeze, with such grace, a butterfly danced
A ballet of freedom amid the leaves and the lace.
In a dazzle of hues, it waltzed on the air,
Dipping and darting and devil may care,
It whispered a challenge; come dance and be free,
A butterfly dare
Dappled leaves gently swayed; an enchanted green glade,
The young girl watched from the filigreed shade.
She arose and she danced; she opened herself.
Pirouetted and pranced, a nimble woodland elf.
Her spirit was lifted, released with a sigh.
On butterfly wings, she soared to the sky.
She danced with abandon; she set herself free.
She danced for the wonder of all she could be.
She glanced as the butterfly paused on a flower,
Fluttered once and departed the lovely green bower.
She smiled , blew a kiss, a grateful goodbye,
For a lesson in freedom from a small butterfly.
The Genie
Butterfly ,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem .
Butterflys seemed so free and happy . I have a book about butterflys there s a poem in it so similar to yours .
I called you butterfly because you needed to spread your wings .
I will look up the one I am speaking off when I have time .
It is go go here right now .
Again I say it s a beautiful poem .
Thank you HB. I am honored by your praise. I would love to see the butterfly poem if you choose to post it.
ReplyDeleteI bet it is quite hectic at your home right now. It's exciting too. Those boys seem so well prepared already. I know you are proud and will enjoy yourself.
Love and best wishes
Butterfly