Every butterfly has a dream
As everybody dreams to fly;
Attracting your vision splendour,
The sweeping gaze of attention.
Coloured wings smile on meadows
Blowing a call to spring.
The Lark singing its praises to the butterfly,
From Oak height spying skilled wing,
Free flying in search of its dream.
Finding refuge in a bell of blue
Savouring the scent of its nectar
The cup of home its desire
A natural fire flirting,
Instinctive and strong.
Wings of beauty
Warm and welcome pride
Holds the taste of happiness
And a dream is born.
Author: Trevor L Enright