O Butterfly Beautiful

Of all creatures in my ornamental garden, simple, I admire and adore you, O butterfly beautiful! Might be due to your tenderness or feebleness, Or even just because of your very beautifulness... I see you enjoying your experimental world, With freedom, fearlessness, and joy abundant; You sit upon whatsoever flower you want, Inhaling freely their nectar whenever you need; Fluttering your wings freely as and when you like, Flying away from even best of flowers you dislike; When you sit on some flowers you show endlessness, While on others you seem to display hurriedness; When you fly away from flowers you give an impression, As though dusting pollens and thus enabling pollination; When you fly you seem flying like an airplane nonstop, At varying speeds and zigzag or flip-flap or hip-hop; Often your unavailability of time you exhibit, And stay lesser than soap-bubbles or fastest tied; Yet you seem to enjoy each and every moment, And displaying enthusiasm and freedom, and zest; A miniature universe in yourself, you resemble With forms, shapes, colors, and glamorous full; How brief, indeed, O butterfly, is your lifespan! Yet, are you worried at all about any hell or heaven? 7th May 2021 Nature Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh