A poem on butterflies, the bright beings that really make us so happy.
Beautiful and colorful, sometimes I look and say just wonderful. These creations of God, make life cheerful, these bunch of butterflies handful. They can work wonders for a bad mood. They look so good drawn in my book. They take you to a world of dreams, where nothing is sad. It is a world you wish to be in, it is a world you wish had. These creatures are tender and fragile, are equally fast and agile. Blue, yellow, green, red, they are gorgeous that can be wordily said. Sometimes to catch and admire them becomes my fierce temptation. I somehow want to be in their relation. I wish I was a butterfly flying majestically in this beautiful sky where there are no bothers and no one to ask you a which, where or why. I love their innocence ,I am enthralled by their presence. They sometimes gift me a secret smile. If I see them getting hurt I am filled with fear. We should not pluck flowers and not give them a gift of tears. I want to care for them because they are precious. I want to know their truth, their lies. I want to be a butterfly, they bring sweet feelings in my heart and soul. They make me happy on the whole. Butterflies are magical creations, we must save them and protect their lot. These are only some special beings that also in small number we have got.