If I Should Find a Butterfly

If I should find a Butterfly, Neath the Willow tree, I’d recall how she’d been an ugly bug, But now a wondrous, sight to see. If I could talk to a Dragonfly, Hovering by the water spring, We’d talk of flight so graceful, and life, on gossamer wing. If I look upon the Crane fly, Attracted by the light, His giant wings are flapping, In a transient, short-lived fight. If I might walk with a Firefly, In the twilight time of day, This tiny insect with belly aglow, Will help, to light my way. If I sat down with the Mayfly, As she skims the river flow, Applaud her airborne gymnastics, While life all around, moves slow. If I should see the Damselfly, Resting on a leaf by a pond, I’d remark at his long red body, At one, with nature and their bond