A Wisp of Nature

I stand still, listening.

Listening to the water dance,

Listening to the wind sing.

Listening to the trees' stories,

I stand still, listening.

A flutter below.

A shimmer above.

She’s back!

I run fast, watching.

The wind catches up.

The trees smile.

The water stands still.

I stand still, listening.

A flutter again!

The tiniest shimmer.

She appears.

I reach out,

To touch her wings

Enfolding her in my hands,

She shivers slightly, wondering.

I peek inside.

And there she is.

A wisp of nature.

Long brown wings,

A spot of pink here,

A touch of blue there.

Beautiful long tail,

Elegant round face.

I open my hands,

And as it flies away,

I whisper:

Goodbye, butterfly.