The butterfly flutters
her wings waving to say hello.
They are magnificent
purple and blue swirled perfectly
and a beautiful black outline.
She lands on a flower,
its sweet smell travels with her.
She wanders forever
enjoying the grass and sun
but soon she grows weary
as the sky grows dim
and flutters off
to another place
were the sun can caress her wings.
She will wander and flutter
all over the world
and she will see beautiful places
but wherever she goes
she will take along a piece of me.
My little butterfly.

A/N: I guess this could be taken as an extended metaphor for a child, but I
really just meant it about a butterfly.