On Butterfly's Wings

Just a little wishful thinking.

On Butterfly’s Wings

If I could ride a butterfly
I could fly so high
I would touch the sky.

I could rest upon its wings
As I listen to the quiet song it sings
Enjoying the quiet peace it brings.

The velvety golden color
Outlined in black splendor
Leaves me in awe and wonder.

I would be completely free
Dancing around a big oak tree
Chasing after a bumblebee.

I would hug the stars
Bearing no more scars
From hidden jungle gym bars.

If I could ride a butterfly
I’d have no reason to cry
Because I could touch the sky.