Butterfly

Whispers of her velvet wings,
So fragile and so thin,
But see her reach the sky,
Without ever falling once,
Flitting up into the clouds,
Not one doubt or thought,
Of falling to the ground below.

Free and wild she soars away,
She'll come back another day,
Perhaps on a warm summer eve,
When the sky is clear,
You'll see her orange wings,
Contrasting against the soft blue sky,
And back again flits the butterfly.