24 July 2012
I gazed at the beautiful butterfly, With its detailed, delicate wings, It flutters round gracefully , It was one of those magical things.
It landed lightly on my hand, It was so soft and sweet, It lay still and silently, Treating my hand as a seat.
Soon enough, it flew away, It's body slim and sleek, It had looked so beautiful, The butterfly humble and meek.
Butterfly • Opuss № I