Oh beautiful butterfly of the meadow!
How pretty are you and your shadow!
The colors of your wings so bright and vivid….
Your flight so smooth yet so timid….
Scared to be touched why are you so?
Frightened are you that a strong hold may crush you?
Or maybe you fear for your pretty colors….
Which someone may steal off these beautiful wings of you….
I love the light colors that are left on the fingers…
When someone lovingly touches those delicate wings of you….
A sweet reminder of your delicate being….
And all that you stand for Everything!
How I love the world of yours….
So fragrant, colorful yet not small…
No worries, no fears and so carefree…
Hold my hand and take me along….
For a long flight with thee…
To blossoms so pretty and valleys so vast…
Where there are no shadows just you and me.