The butterfly

Thus the flower enticed the butterfly,

Minding its own business as it flew along,

Not worried about anything, it fluttered,

So beautiful, happy, and strong.

The scent of the flower drew it near,

And it sped along to take a sniff,

And there it stayed, happy,

Sometimes fluttering, sometimes stiff.

As it opened and closed its wings

Staying on the flower

Standing on its feet, as it sings

Of love and its power.

Now the sunflower turns

And gives the butterfly a smile,

So while the scorching sun burns

The two last a while.

Together as one

Happy as bees

They sit and talk

About those and these.

The flower realized one thing

That it is nothing without the sun

But nobody helps it more

Than the butterfly, that gentle one!