I envy butterflies.
Watch how they fly.
They way their wings twirl,
As if they are painting a silhouette.
Its breathtaking.
Their color bounces off the sun's light, giving the insect a beauty that is hard to find.
A true, natural beauty.
They move like a dance,
fluttering in such sweetness to each flower.
I envy the flower.
With each visit from a butterfly comes the reward of a kiss.
The butterfly kiss.
A kiss that holds such warmth and love.
All from a butterfly.