Butterflies Love Dance

They flutter and they flitter Two lovebirds on the lam Their beatings wings adorned with glitter Tiny beads of dew reflecting in the sun. From flower to flower they wander A constant game of catch me if you can, No time to wait or simply ponder When procreation is now their only plan. Short are the days their mission clear, Their brief life's work comes down to this, To live and love is what they hold most dear One perfect union as part of Nature's bliss. And while they dance we gaze Lost in the beauty of their craft Peering keenly through the wispish haze As they glide and turn on every breath and draft. Even the flowers smile at this fine show Spreading their petals wide in welcome sign Hoping that their alluring scent and glow Will lead the lovers there to dine. And so does nature prove it's worth When such fine balance yields so much As the pollen feeds the future birth So too the flowers create from that gentle touch.