Butterfly Oh Butterfly

The butterfly, so beautiful, so rare.

so hard not to stare..

even with eyes closed you could feel the wisps of its wings

there is nothing with so much freedom then these pretty little things

The butterfly, so beautiful, how can you dare.

to take it from the air...

even when its landed, she is not on strings

there is nothing that makes me happier then the notion that she brings.

With each flutter that she makes

theres an elegance and a grace

Oh I wish I could own it.

Gods gift but for a short moment..