Blue Butterfly

The butterfly-
         Delicate-like lace-
Flitting about at a definite pace.
          Blue as can be-
She is just like the sea!

The lovely creature,
          She sets down to rest-
Her wings spread out wide 'lest
          Her a predator spies,
For the pretty lass needn't hide;
                   Her beauty is her defense.

The candy to sight
          Daintily takes to the air!
Great eyes stare up from her
          Wings of a pair.
As she sets down again,
           Great contrast is she
To the browns of the leaves
           Upon which she leans.

The butterfly of blue
           Some would call weak-
Her end would come swiftly
           With the peck of a beak-
But, nay, she is strong-
           To our view: a melody, a song,
But to a bird-
           Frightful, indeed, is the word!

Her doorway to the soul
           Appears and seems
Big and black as coal;
            Rather, 'tis her wings that beam-
Not her eyes-
            So full of innocent cries!
The sweet butterfly.

The little blue fairy-
           She flies to the sky!
Her wings all a-flutter-
            Waving goodbye.
I know, lovely friend,
             I will see you again.
Perhaps in the spring,
             I'll meet your children!
Farewell for now to thee;
             May a happy life be
To make you so happy,
                      Dear butterfly.