by Riss Ryker
What can match the beauty of a newborn butterfly?
Emerging from your sheltered womb, a rainbow dipped in dreams,
you spread your wings of colored silk.
A creature so lovely, so delicate and new..A living, stained glass window.
Floating freely, newborn and gleaming, flowers lift their faces and greet you with a kiss.
Flutterby, oh butterfly, on powdered wings of gold.
Lifting gently with the breeze, gossimar wings float through the trees.
See all of the flowers waiting to greet you, and your butterfly kiss.