The Butterflies
That flutter by
They flap their wings
Up in the sky
Sometime I wish
But dare not try
To live the life
Of a butterfly
Their gentle wings
Of gold and blue
And red and green
Such lovely hues
So delicate
Their wings may be
But up they fly
So high and free
As they glide by
Without a care
Just like blossoms
That float on air
And they float down
To green bowers
To drink the nectar
Of some flowers
