In meadows green and lush
I often see butterfly on graceful wing
Going about through the day
Flitting flower to flower.
To surprise me along paths
Ladybug rest upon my shoulder
Without a sound as butterfly
But so tiny and colourful
Then flies away home.
Ah, near the closing of day
Firefly light up the meadow so dim
With flickering light so soothing
Night curtains close but warmth of firefly lingers.
Before going to sleep I watch firefly
And listen to nature's nocturne.


*Тадеус