Song of the Butterfly

I went to the garden to await my guest Who will come with the beauty that silence suggests Its' visit though cherished will not be long In silence I stand for the beauty of its song It was getting late and it had yet to arrive It seemed from this melody I would be deprived But then I saw something from the corner of my eye It was the fluttering symphony of an ebony and gold butterfly I watched as it moved to and fro My eyes dancing to the rhythm of its flow Then up and over the trees it flew And then it disappeared out of view But the echo of its melody lingered awhile Then floated on the wind for miles and miles