Henry the Butterfly

Autumn colors were singing
orange,
yellow and blue
The day Henry the Butterfly left
his cocoon.

He flew away, touching flowers
with his wings
It could have been a spring day
in April
And a whole valley of butterflies
waiting for Henry on the hill.

A city in the distance,
A gate between mountain
and sea
Henry, a monarch in his pavilion
with an open to the world
panoramic view.

Henry awoke one morning
with his mother giving him
a butterfly hug
Henry gave her a big smile,
Keep flying, Henry, my love.