The Butterfly

Springs soft touch; the soft warmth of a new day fills the air.

I alone in the early morning silence taste the sweet essence of flowers in a day filled without burden or care.

The warm morning sun; the sounds of the awakening morning songbirds fill the air.

I smile softly at the sweetness of the day and I revel in a life so fair.

Dew drops cling to those my flowers of a glorious spring.

The sun falls in the morning shadows and I watch a small Butterfly to my early spring flowers cling.

I watch from a distance as from flower to flower it flitters and land,

 Taking in the nectar, wrought of my labor and land.

It reminds me of a sweet lady I know.

Her smile is pleasing, her heart born of compassion.

And she like the butterfly to one’s heart softly sings.

I know her as Emily and when she walks and talks, she like The Butterfly flitters and flutters to the listening heart, she in a soft voice quietly sings.

Few are these who dance softly amongst the flowers and trees.

Yeah, few are those who bring a smile to everyone each and every day.

Yes, oh yes, she is a butterfly in my heart and soul.

So thus the connection to life eternal;

 Formed by the circle to souls unknown.

This is dedicated to Emily The Butterfly.

J. Allen Wilson ©

3/31/2013