A whisper in the wind
As she spreads her wings
They lift and they fall
As they carry her above all things

She does not fly
As she floats along
But seems to glide
Like a gentle love song

I watch her flutter
As she circles the sky.
She seems so graceful
as time passes by.

I could catch her and keep her
Forever, but why.
Would she still be happy
If she could not fly.

So I sit and I watch
Her flutter up so high
So beautiful and lovely
My blonde butterfly.

Poem by Wes McGee