The butterfly is as busy as a bee today
flittering from rose to rose to play
Can't seem to find a rose sweet enough
to fully satisfy its need of nectar touch
Wings shining in early sunlight's glow
blinds it's insight on where to go
Beauty of a rose bloom is not to taste
gazing upon it is it's rightful place
Butterflies and bees swarm the trees
never ending in a summer's breeze
Sweet nectar draws them to behold
mesmerized by sun's liquid gold
