To me, she'll always be the Spring
A butterfly flutters about among the roses in my backyard Her yellow wings bright like the sun, move to the music that the wind plays, flaunting her beauty to Nature's song and somehow, the sight of her wilful flight lifts my heart and fills it with hope. She is so full of light, she is not afraid that birds of predators could get hold of her... putting her heart in her danse she refuses to hide and she seems so happy to be alive, but as her wings move, fanning the air they brush slightly... Sign in to see full entry.