Butterflies' Queen... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

The Moon's made of diamonds, the Sun's made of gold;
their light passes through the ancient prism of God...
The colours' array swirls, magic unfolds;
butterflies great days with a peaceful nod...

They carry blissful dreams on their iridescent wings.
It's a tiny gift for their wonderful queen.
She wears dress made of pearls; she's their mother, the spring.
They ornate her hat with pastel shades of green...

I am awestricken when I look at the scene,
so I stop and bow to the lady and her host.
Elegance and wisdom paint her face serene.
Spring's the queen, the season everyone loves most...