Flight of the Butterflies

This poem was inspired by a quilted wallhanging

You do not follow any thoroughfare
In erratic flight so debonair
You taste sweet blossoms fair
In a garden full of sunshine

With grace and beauty you outshine
Capricious as a columbine
Wings glitter and shine
A living treasure in the garden

Life is short but glorious
For love you search continuous
Your fancy is promiscuous
You must make the most of life

You found a love in time
A moment of ecstacy is divine
The climax to your lifeline
Is continued by your offspring