Butterfly

I watch as the butterfly

Shakes off the morning dew

In the rays of the warming sun

As dawn breaks on a day begun

The birdsong chorus quiet at first

Into a cacophony of sound it bursts

The night breeze gentle and cool

Warmed by the fresh sun wind

On which the butterfly rises

To fly across the sweet meadow

From flowers to flower

A sight to behold

A sight to devour