Butterfly
The winged creature soars strong
Through winds of passionate intensity;
The breezes fly, the creature high
In clouds above the blue.
The vibrant, pulsing colors strongly beat
In time with every single stroke of wing,
The hue, the shade, the spectrum strong does show
Through this, the rainbow of her vibrant self.
She makes no sound when perching on a leaf;
The green ne�er shakes when added with the weight,
But then a sound! She leaves the resting place
And flees into the welcome of the white.
Just had a moment come where I had felt
A surge of powered love for beating wing
That flies her colored self into the sky.