Butterfly

Yesterday I watched a butterfly,

Because I simply could,

I watched it bath it’s wings in sun,

And as I gently stood,

I looked at all its colours,

Iridescent in the light,

The yellows, the blues, the purples,

Shone like the stars at night,

And as the butterfly bathed it wings,

I just quietly took it in,

Seeing all its beauty,

Before it took flight upon the wind,