Butterflies, so quietly do you fly, <br />you have no song, <br />your wings do not creak or rasp, <br />you do not make a noise, <br />yet we still notice you, <br />as you come floating by. <br /> <br />You search, looking for a flower, <br />finding one, you float down, <br />drink some honey, <br />but you always leave, <br />a gift of love. <br /> <br />By paying with your passion, <br />many seeds are formed, <br />and when the wind blows, <br />the seeds fall, <br />floating down they travel far, <br />to fall again, <br />to make a union with the earth. <br /> <br />In time the seasons change, <br />then in silence, <br />new lives, <br />more lovely flowers are born. <br /> <br />Sweet Butterfly you came in peace, <br />silently you flew, <br />we noted your presence, <br />by the beauty that you are, <br />then quietly, <br />without any noise or fuss, <br />you helped to form new lives. <br /> <br />What a joy you are to all of us.<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-butterfies/
