the butterfly

butterflies that flutter by
give meaning to an empty sky
let the breeze among the trees
draw their wings in days like this.
 
an open hand i offered you
and graciously you closely flew
in grand display your colors shone
i held you dearly as my own.
 
the sunlight’s touch was such a sight
but soon would be the fall of night
my butterfly soon went away
into my garden there to stay.