oh, to be a free flying
butterfly
with hues of blue, yellow or white
singing their silent song
beneath paper wings

oh, to float in the air
breathlessly
and whisper words
of wisdom
to those who will listen

silently
they busy themselves
with work of love
kissing
each flower as it blooms
and softly blowing
kisses of peace
as they flutter by
you and I

oh, to be a butterfly