Light as a whisper
in the blue sky.
Perched on a daffodil
drinking the dew.
I wish I was a butterfly.
How about you?
On a recent walk through the woods with a friend, we came to a fork in our path.
"Which way shall we go?" he asked.
Suddenly there appeared before us a blue swallowtail butterfly.
"Let's follow the butterfly." And that is what we did. All along the path the butterfly would dart ahead and then come back to check on us, just like it was encouraging us to hurry up. The butterfly made our walk magical. It was a very good walk. As soon as we got back to our start point, the butterfly flew up into the sky and disappeared. Do you ever take walks that become magical? Can you write a poem today about a walk? What did you see?
Have fun writing your poem.