By Kirk Verner
As you blossom from a furry bug into a beautiful butterfly, I watch in amazement.
I think I like you both ways?
Your orange fur looks like skin.
Can you see me with your eyes?
The peak of your wing, peaks my interest.
Please don’t fly so fast.
I need a picture,
to remember this moment forever.
There…rest on that vibrant lily.
I love the purples and greens when they blend together like a colourful soup.
Come back to my garden soon butterfly…please!?