I watched a gentle butterfly

Gliding on the air

Tasting nectar from each flower

She visited with such care

She drank her fill at each stop

Just enough to taste its wonder

Before moving on

Another one to plunder

I wanted to be that butterfly

To feel the wind beneath my wings

To listen to the summer breeze

And the joyous song it sings

But that is not to be I fear

For human form I wear

And with that body comes

A lifetime of worldly care

But maybe in another time

Or in another place

I will be a butterfly

And the summer breezes grace.

©  2005 Bobbi Duffy