Butterflies Poem by Catherine Habbie

O when will you wake up from your deep slumber
Oh dear little caterpillar
You fold all 100 little legs
And sleep away the morn
You are under Morpheus' spell
And for me tis but a death knell

Wake up for tis already too late to choose
For you nature has left so many clues
Wake up and see it's splendour
Heed my advice in all candour
You sleep too much in your arbour

Wake up and be released from the cocoon
Wake up from that eternal swoon
Wake up and reveal your colours bright
Wake up we yearn for that wonderous sight
Wake up for the morn is soon gone

You can no more
Then glisten your wings
In the shining sun
Wake up then for others are up
They seek the nectar the I've been saving up

Wake up O glorious flutterby
Your spots and stripes
Dance before my eyes
Are you made of emerald green?
Or a precious dollop of cream?
Or are you perhaps Snow-white?

Wake up cause it's soon sunset
I cannot anymore hold my breath
Perhaps, you are made of gold and blue
And this love is really true
Wake up little butterfly
Can you not hear me sigh?