Butterfly - Poem by Orlando Belo
Butterfly flitting about beneath my eyes,
you never seem to climb the highest highs.
Your wings seem to gently caress the air,
lifting and lowering you wherever you care.
Fluttering here and there above the ground,
minding your own business without a sound.
Your composure shows the way that you have fun,
after visiting a flower you rest and bathe in the sun.
You never display signs of urgency or haste,
in your search for a nesting place.
Are you seeking somewhere specific to settle,
perhaps in a hedgerow or on a stinging nettle?
I'm sure you will find a suitable place soon,
to lay your eggs before the rising moon.
Stay as beautiful and serene as you are,
so we can watch and admire you from a far.
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