The butterfly,
She has swept into my life.
Ah so beautiful,
So charming, so delicate.
Such a creature you must treat with respect,
You stare in awe;
Take in the colours of her beauty,
The skill of her flight.
But you must allow her to fly,
To venture out alone,
She has a gift to share,
To give to many more.
You mustn't grab,
Or hold and cage,
For if you do you break her wings;
Steal the colour from her life.
Then you leave her flightless,
Flightless, scared and trapped.
A thing you'd never wish,
On a creature beautiful when free.
Moya Levy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0071-the-butterfly/
