The butterfly’s branch holds the smallest of weight,
it bends slightly while he spreads his wings
letting the cool air caress them.
Morning is his favorite moment,
the sun shining upon his beautiful markings.
They glisten alongside the dew covered leaves,
reflecting upon the drops that slide gently
until they splash to the ground.
His cue is almost here,
the slight increase of temperature and then,
he floats to his next destination.
Yesterday he sensed the jealousy
of the afternoon rainbow,
today the flowers glance at him and sigh.
Note: I don’t write many like this but it was fun to give it a go. 🙂