Butterfly

The soft breeze filtered through the
leaves as I sat upon the ground,
And the quiet rustling that it made was
quite a peaceful sound.

I leaned against the old tree trunk,
and much to my surprise,
A butterfly sat on my arm --
such beauty in my eyes!
I didn't move-- sat very still --
and marveled in my glee,
That with all the flowers in the yard,
this gem had chosen me!

The intricate pattern of orange and black;
the undiscernable touch;
It's beauty was beyond compare, and I
treasure this moment so much.

Finally, the time had come,
And the butterfly took its leave,
But the joy this encounter brought to me
I still cannot believe!

Author: Helen, 1997

Butterfly Wings

Perched upon my window sill, I watched it through my tears,
Landing there so careless,worry free, with no tension, nor any fears.
Watching with such envy, jealousy it must have been,
I wanted it to fly away, but nevertheless come back again.

It was everything I wanted to be, beautiful, calm, and savored,
With its wings of beauty so wide and feather light, it flew only were it favored,

I wished so hard that I could fly away into the breeze,
There could I only be truly free, as do only as my wings please.

But, instead I gazing out my window, at somthing so at peace,
That by only being itslef, put me at such a surprising ease,

Realizing so my happiness is so often placed on mere "things",
Only I know my dreams and hopes are now safe on a butterflies wings.

~Author Unknown~