Butterflies

Spring time finds butterflies Dancing in a garden of flowers The gentle breeze is the music They flutter on for hours They are all costumed In their finest dresses Softly colored by petals Each tiny wing caresses Their movements are graceful As they glide through the air Everyone of their steps Choreographed with great care But spring time is fleeting And summer is too They dance their finale When the seasons are through Now the dancers are gone Their costumes grew jaded No more music in gentle breezes Spring and summer have both faded