Fly fly high
Shy little butterfly
With six small legs
and two colourful wings
You land on big flower beds
and nectar to every flower you bring
The magic powder from your wings
brings different colours into being
your soft and silent movement
Capture everyone in amazement
As the winds pass by
You say hi
but never stop
To meet nonsensical passers by
like a soft little fairy
you leap from side to side
And making everyone happy and merry
You take a deep sigh
To people who are cunning
You never pay heed
As you know what they are thinking
and are upto some bad deed
Clever little butterfly
do come by
at home to meet me
because I am not at all a BAD GUY! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha...i love this little butterfly. i ask you, butterfly, come and meet me too! wonderful poem..i love this butterfly...so i said before. but yeah. keep writing! !