Butterfly, Butterfly. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Butterfly, Butterfly.
Where are you going?
Summer is here at last
And you are in your element,
flying around over hills and pastures green.

Your colors sparkle in the sunlight.
Flickering about.
Gliding by all the flowers,
landing on your favourites.
Its hard to believe not so long ago,
that you were a little green caterpillar,
look at you now,
with wings of crimson red
and golden yellow.

Sparkle, sparkle little butterfly.
Believe in yourself,
and stand firm and strong.
You have far to go and the days
are long.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .