The Butterfly

The day was bright and calm, so still, no leaf was seen to stir.

A view of the horizon through the haze was just a blurr.

The blossom was a picture both on tree and garden plant.

But I was stuck there - in my bed, and told - DON'T MOVE - YOU CAN'T!

So sitting, sullen stiff and still, stuck there upon the bed.

A massive stack of pillows, piled, I just sat there and read!

But suddenly some colour caught my eye from just outside,

Flocks of coloured butterflies, as pretty as a bride!

They swirled and banked and floated, colours flashing as a dream,

A hundred million colours, like a rainbow in a stream.

The bounty of creation, a vast myriad of jewels,

This kind of vision, only dreams of Heaven's grandeur fuels.

But then at once the dream was gone, A sudden gust of wind,

Took away the beauty of that flock that made me grin.

And as a consolation prize, a simple gift was planned,

One solitary creature came, alighted on my hand.

Bruce Lietze 

August 17th 2015