A Butterfly Reception

Justly winged from worm to flying kin from distant sky spotter rushes like the wind in colorful attire bringing perfume to mate she received on flower this the first date She utters like a trumpet as he flutters to rest with raised back and closed wing as to say not yet Puddling free spirit in this garden court may I have this dance still a proper report Leaping circling skyward apart looking awry new birth's reward to get her straight they fly on pedal lite the nectar no longer our delight Running swiftly a breathe of soul to create new life with God's fire seed within she becomes a wife Searching flowers carefully baba begins drawing to her hour finding life transcends