Love thy butterfly….

While flying not too high
hand in hand
with a beautiful butterfly

Chatting with flowers
kissing the roses
and smiling for hours

And even flying in the drizzle
its small drops do not touch
because kissing with some roses
makes me love my butterfly so much

The colours of its wing into my faded hand
makes me feel like flying high and low
among the memories of yesterday
and the roses of tomorrow

Piet B, 9-12-2017