Gently I am beckoned to your flowers

The season calls me to your nectar.

I am the butterfly that drifts

To your sweetly scented blossoms.

I sun upon your lavender petals

Sipping the sweet pool of your heart

As we dance together upon the wind.

II

The rain then drives me down

As it nourishes your flowers

I am fluttering, sadly grounded

Tattered and torn, the broken butterfly.

There is no morning, as I lie dying

Although there bloom fresh blossoms

And butterflies for your nectar.

� Rainbowturtle