Butterfly Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Look out my bedroom window, at the children outside
at play, running up and down the yard. Guess, the game
is tag..I suppose they're having fun. But, I'am all tired
out, from running all about, ... Chasing butterflies...

Reaching out to them, up in the skies.. As they softly glide,
wings spread wide. Maybe, I can catch a ride. Just me and
the butterfly! ..

And Mom said not to go to far! .. So we can only touch a couple
of stars... And fly around the moon! But then she, should be
calling me soon..

And he'll have to set me back down, but every time I whistle
he'll be back around.. To gently lift me off the ground...

And oh, what sights we'll see, little butterfly and me! ...