Jealous Flowers

There is a butterfly strong and knowing
Intelligent and fanciful
batting its wings upon flowers and grass
Soaring amongst everything
Until the last,
Bit of sunlight disappears from the earth,
She rests in the shade of the shadows of trees
And emerges glorious into the next day
Those human eyes taht are fortunate enough to see her
It fills with joy the days they toil away
All their mundane chores and causes,
Are silence in her prescence and they would lie on the grass
And let her land on their palms
And feel her tickle the skin ever so delicately.
They would let her, the beautiful butterfly dance all day,
And ponder nothing but her wings
but she soon floats away almost carried in the breeze
a delicate flower amongst the hurricane of leaves
And as they go about their day without her,
She is always in their minds,
And when they think on the butterfly there smile is, is ten times then.
The next morning as they awake from their slumber,
Its as though she’s waiting out the window just for them to hold her,
And the meager little people see beauty in their chaos,
and comfort in the storm.