Sunday's Poem~ Butterfly, Butterfly

Butterfly, Butterfly

Hoping to catch your eye
Circling around you, oh my
Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light
Oh, what a beautiful sight
Flying so gracefully
Into the sky, the butterfly
Trying to catch a butterfly
Fly, fly, fly, butterfly
There he sets upon the mums
I'm having so much fun
Here's another on the sill
Your standing so still
You go to touch him
There he goes, the butterfly
I hear a tapping on the window
It's the butterfly, fly, fly, fly
There he goes into the sky
Flying so high, the butterfly
I'll see you another day
Butterfly, butterfly, away

Sharon Adamson


Have you had the pleasure this spring to be seeing butterflies? I have been watching the wonderful creatures fluttering around my yard, especially around the rose bushes.
What do butterfly's mean to you? To me they represent freedom and change.
Where ever the final Sunday of April leads you, notice how many butterfly's you encounter, and be sure to smile.