Butterfly winging all about the lush garden,
as they're each flying from flower to flower,
Moving in daylight, while hiding in the night,
Their taking of sweetest rest in their bower.
Precious small creatures, each colorful one,
Are so delicate and precise in their own flight.
Giving us all of nature such a special display,
The balancing of life's scales is in their sight.
Delicate spirits so represent our very own souls,
As they each do fly around, where they belong.
Colorful splendors, cascades in shades of gold,
Sharing their own nectar in pollinating the throng.
They spring forth from the eggs of their mothers,
Changing from cacoons, all are held in its space.
Metamorphosis, the fine change of each lifetime,
A miraculous transformation soon is taking place.
So much alike are we in this world, on our sphere,
As butterflies, we each progress, is why we're here.
Metamorphosizing from that day we all are so born,
A warming sun, our welcoming faces, on each morn.
Busily, we all hurry about our jobs, as if was no time,
Frantically moving out of unison, no reason or rhyme.
To take lessons from a butterfly, their rhythmic dance,
Each spirit, their joys here multiplied with each chance.