Little yellow butterflies
Smaller than a dime
I wanted conversation
But you didn’t have the time

I saw you in the meadow
Tasting clover and sweetgrass
Your paper wings beat faster
As you flew from my harass

I watched you half an hour
‘Cause I had nowhere to go
While the sun beat down around us
In the midday ever glow

Then I chased you to the sidewalk
Where my afternoon began
And I said "Let Peace be with you"
As I waved a goodbye hand

Written by Sara Fielder © Oct 2012