Dedicated to my little girl, my perfect butterfly!

My Cherokee Butterfly,

fluttering by with the newborn fairies

on top of the morning glories

to hear grand stories

from the wise old oaks

a giggling spree at the ladybug tea

over the hilarious joke

that bullfrog croaked.

My Cherokee Butterfly,

radiating beauty divine

marching in line with the military ants

watching ponies prance

to the beat of the bunnies

thump-thump on the bongo drum

humming along at lily’s pad

as the koi listen below.

My Cherokee Butterfly,

honeysuckle breezes tickle your wings

over the silly things

that the bumblebees buzz

iridescent dragonflies racing by

trying to beat the june bugs home

tap dancing with a millipede

across a polished stone.

My Cherokee Butterfly,

the crickets begin their lullaby

as the sunset paints your picture

in the ponds’ ripples and folds

the lotus kisses you goodnight

sweet dreams my butterfly

of what tomorrow can hold.