Gems Of Nature Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Like a dried up leaf leaving the tree,
Floating like a sail, rolling and pitching,
Butterflies cross the road, happily
And never, never in a straight line,
In the rainy month of September.

How they can see in their twisted
Movements, I wonder: they rush
Close to the moving vehicle: yet,
Never seen a butterfly-accident:

Just at the last moment, dragonfly-like
They turn and zoom, swoop and dance
Away, leaving us to wonder delightedly
At nimbleness of wit in Nature’s darlings.