BUTTERFLY

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed like gentle rain amidst sun showers, she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings, she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue a flight of fancy fanning fast, she's a fabulous marvel of beauty, true on true A whispering wind drifts down; wings flutter like a thousand shimmering stars. Startled, the fragile creature flits away but dares not venture too far. She moves onto the next blossom, twirling around to sip its sweet elixir, tantalizing her senses with the promise of warm, golden, honeyed nectar. A sparrow bursts into song nearby, filling the air with cheerful notes of love. Instinctively, she lifts her gaze to the tangle of branches and twine above. There, the songbird bobs gracefully among the fronds in the lofty canopy, while the butterfly twitters about joyfully enjoying the lively symphony.