My Butterfly

It was a bright sunny day,

That soft plush grass, upon I lay,

Suddenly, a sunshine butterfly flutters,

“Fly with me”, I think it mutters.

The golden little wings,

Gladly it flaunts,

With honey-hued spots

And its might sky jaunts

Oh, you pretty thing, I softly say,

Take me with you, far, far away

Lend me those wings, you pretty thing

Teach me to fly, flutter and swing.

All I want to do, is take a flight,

And feel the thrill of the tallest height.

All I want to be, is to be set free,

And fly above the deepest sea.

This thought makes me let out a soft sigh

Making my butterfly soar even high,
My yellow butterfly, I'll always remember,
My butterfly from last December.