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,
Not aware how wondrous you are but got that much.
Your no compare to other my dear,
Too small yet too strong to fight your own fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem