Butterflies, so quietly do you fly,
you have no song,
your wings do not creak or rasp,
you do not make a noise,
yet we still notice you,
as you come floating by.
You search, looking for a flower,
finding one, you float down,
drink some honey,
but you always leave,
a gift of love.
By paying with your passion,
many seeds are formed,
and when the wind blows,
the seeds fall,
floating down they travel far,
to fall again,
to make a union with the earth.
In time the seasons change,
then in silence,
new lives,
more lovely flowers are born.
Sweet Butterfly you came in peace,
silently you flew,
we noted your presence,
by the beauty that you are,
then quietly,
without any noise or fuss,
you helped to form new lives.
What a joy you are to all of us.
Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-butterfies/
