How I love to watch butterflies,
they flit and fly
and seem to dance in the air.
I love their graceful wings,
the many different colors,
the size of them.
I love to watch the butterflies,
dance in the summertime.
To watch them, as they fly,
up toward a clear, blue sky.
In the early mornings,
drinking the dew upon the grass and flowers.
So very graceful and fragile are they.
I love the dance that butterflies do.
they flit and they seem to float.
along with clouds up high,
from flower to flower,
along with honeybees,
here and there.
When upon a blade of grass,
I think what an unusual flower,
this truly is.
As I get nearer,
the colorful butterfly begins to tremble.
then suddenly as it spreads its wings,
such breathtaking beauty,
is quite a sight to see.
The dance of the butterflies,
like magical choreography,
performing just for me.