Fluttering gracefully, without making a sound. <br />Higher and higher the butterflies are bound. <br />Wing's floating lightly, on the crisp air. <br />Fluttering wing's bigger, than butterflies body. <br />Impossible to weigh the butterflies down. <br /> <br />Swooping down close to the ground. <br />The butterflies search endlessly. Swirling, circling <br />searching, for a special place close to the ground. <br />The butterflies wings bigger, than butterflies legs. <br />Impossible to weigh the butterflies down. <br /> <br />Surely, butterflies would noticed clovers' fragrant array? <br />Butterflies playful chorus landing, amongst clovers <br />purple and white blossoms. <br />Impossible to weigh the delicate flower down. <br />The butterflies, with brillant winged colors <br />perched atop the clover. Floundered a short time, <br />admist the clover, only to take flight again. <br /> <br /> <br />Where the butterflies go. The answer is plain to see. <br />The butterflies go wherever they please.<br /><br />Pearletta Pate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-the-butterflies-go/
