She's butterfly beauty,
slender and sleek.
With red and black markings.
oh so sweet.
And gracefully moves
in divine motion.
Playing to heart
to make commotion.
She carries blessings
on wings of gold.
And goes to heights yes untold.
Expands under
the sunlight bright.
Painting a landscape
out of sight.
She's special gift
filling senses grand
and sometimes she
does move on land.
A precious one
who lights up eyes.
I must insist,
she is a prize.
My prayers go now
to merge on wings.
I am grateful
my heart does sing.
Yes whispering I do
toward her great site.
She makes my day
a real delight.
And when I see her
Mother Nature's near
Hugging eyes
that wash all care.
I think all now
should look up far.
A butterfly's like
shooting star.
Do make a wish
to aid your walk.
This is the truth
not pointless talk.
I now end ditty
and eyes look up
A buttery smiles toward me
for luck.
I saw a picture of a butterfly and out came this poem. Have great day all.