Flying Flowers

 

Butterflies are

Like flying flowers,
Dancing about

In the daylight hours.

Their parchment wings

Are free at last
From prison cocoons

That held them fast.

They'll kiss a rose,

Then light as a breeze,
Fly to share nectar

With the honeybees.

Their wings may be

Yellow, red, or blue,
        Like stained glass windows

When the sun shines through.

These flying flowers

So delicate and free
Are God's special treat

For our eyes to see.

~ Grace Lee Frank Smith