Innocent Eyes and Butterflies

Golden curls catch the morning sun, Festooned with shards of amber light. Cascades with grace across her face, An innocent smile of pure delight. On a playground of soft green grass, The sight of butterflies in the sky. Fluttering things on fragile wings, A child chases her dreams on high. Weary of her tireless pursuit, Lepidoptera land on leaves so bright. A heavy breeze in laden trees, Sends colored wings back on winds of flight. Seeking out a new adventure, But finding no other around. Singing hymns upon tired limbs, This little girl now homeward bound.