i watch the butterfly
flapping its tiny wings
as it flits from flower
to flower
sometimes meditating
in silence perched on a
petal in morn's soothing
glare
i watch the butterfly
soaked in morning dew
and its wings heavy to
flap
sitting demurely on a
petal it enjoys the scent
and easily falls into a
trap
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Watching nature is very interesting....no exception watching the butterfly too...an interesting poem