Butterfly flutterby 🦋

Do you dwell in the floral meadow ?
Beyond the purple heather hills
where the grass is green and golden
awash with Springtime daffodils

There is a copper copse yonder amongst the silver birch trees
Is that where your children are
playing with the buzzy bees ?

I see you daily in my garden
hovering by my Honeysuckle bush
Tho your silence is simplicity
your crimson colours are lush

I have never seen such beauty
In the insects that I know
Those painted pallettes on your tiny wings
The marbled mosaic all aglow