Along the meadows there you are,
Fly so freely and beautiful from afar.
Fly with the wind then dance with the grass,
My dear butterfly so calm never rush.
I count one, two, three; you hop on me;
I tried to catch you but fly too fast,
The colorful wings made you pretty,
Your signature no stain like a glass.
My dear butterfly beautiful to see but hard to catch,
Monday, September 23, 2013