I watched a Butterfly today,
She seemed to know the right way.
She would flutter here and flutter there
And then she landed on my chair.
The sunlight glistened off her beautiful wings
And I swear I heard her begin to sing.
Her colors were all purples and pinks
And I could feel an emptiness in me begin to sink.
A Coldness in my heart began to melt
And a warmness replaced it, which I have never felt.
With one last chorus she fluttered high
I thought if I lost her I just might die.
Then I heard a voice, crystal clear
You shall never loose me; I will always be near.
So I have planted a butterfly garden you see,
For a butterfly must always be free.
And I watch my butterfly every day,
So that I too, now know the way.
Poem title: The Butterfly
~By Randy Lee
Lloyd K Barnes Photography http://www.flickr.com/photos/kalamakia/871385876/