Butterfly

Oh beautiful butterfly of the meadow!!
How pretty are you and your shadow!!
The colors of your wings so bright and vivid…
Your flight so smooth yet so timid…
Scared to be touched why are you so?
Frightened a strong hold may crush you?
Or maybe you fear for your colors…
Which someone can steal off these pretty wings on you…
I love the color that is left on fingers…
When they touch those delicate wings of yours…
A sweet reminder of your delicate being…
And all that you stand for and everything…
How I love the world of yours…
So fragrant and with so many colors…
No worries, no fears and so carefree…
Hold my hand and take me along…
For a long flight with thee…
To blossoms so pretty and valleys so vast…
Where there are no shadows just you and me