The bud woke up
tenderly stretching her arms
as dew drops danced
on her brow in merry
and sunshine kissed
life into her.
A butterfly hopped
from flower to flower,
into her own thoughts
He does strange things,
just a day of life
for such beautiful flowers
so fair, so pure?
she pondered, as she wiped
the little tear drop away.
Don't cry dear butterfly
a pleasant voice spoke.
Who are you?
the butterfly looked around.
It is me, the flower.
she continued, swaying
to the soft breeze.
I may die tomorrow
but I will live today.
And today is a beautiful day.
she smiled as the butterfly
looked on admiringly.
You talk of such lovely things!
Who taught you all this?
the butterfly wanted to know.
The sun is warm,
the wind is delicate,
the grass is wet
and I have a nice friend.
the flower said
with a timid smile
Can life get any better?
she added.
And just one day of such a
beautiful life? Isn't that unfair?
asked the butterfly, perturbed.
Life is not about days, my friend
it's all in those little moments.
Did you notice the young girl,
her charming grin as she
admired us?
the bud asked, as the butterfly
twisted her neck to look at the girl
who was now
walking down the path.
The butterfly smiled and
kissed the flower goodbye,
as she blushed,
her misty white petals
turning a tender red.
***
The butterfly was back
the next day, hopping
to where the flower was.
There lay the flower,
a pale brown,
on the moist grass
soaking in the warm sunshine,
her fragrance still lingering
on the waft of the air.
She sat beside her friend
drawing her wing over her.
She looked up to see
a new bud in her place.
This too, is life...
she thought and sighed
Really, he does strange things.
-Tara
03/06/09
Feels good to be back in the poetic business. : )