A Butterfly In The Meadows

The butterfly flies high
and it flies low
It flies when its bulging eyes behold
the beauty of the meadows clad in daffodils
and lilies and chrysanthemums
It flies low
When its long mouth desires a kiss
that suckles the sweet waters of the flowers
And it flies ubiquitously when its wrinkled belly
holds the sweet liquid of life
It flies silently and wraps itself in a cocoon
And comes out new flying high and low
Sipping from the waters of the world.

by Tony Adah

Comments (1)

Wonderful poem....I liked it.10