The Butterfly Princess

"Just living is not enough, said the butterfly fairy...one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower" Hans Christian Anderson She’s the Butterfly Princess of the magical valley of fairy Kings I saw her dancing with her sisters in the enchanted forest glen Her body of sweet nectar being sun kissed again and again As she fluttered about on tiptoe with her gold gossamer wings The woodland nymphs played a melody on lyrical harp strings Her dress of ethereal light all a flutter with a hundred or more Swooning butterflies who adorn her effervescent flowing caress Golden curling tendrils resplendent in a sweet flower headdress The iridescent undulation of swaying hips is their complete adore Her gentle grace the epitome of butterflies wondrous folklore They gathered all around her to lift her gown as she flew away To her wedding that day, a Butterfly Prince was always her ecstasy And their love was often said to be the kingdoms new destiny Around his body he wore a gently woven honeysuckle flower lei Amid his wings he had woven her gift of a lavender sachet As the trumpets did herald the Princess on soft petals she came All bowed to the glorious sight of their love soon to be bound The next time you see butterflies in the garden, turnaround You may see the fairy Prince and Princess in the sun all aflame Swirling and twirling about in a butterfly dancing game written: 10-3-2019 Writing Challenge, October -Butterfly- 2nd place Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode Thank You so much!