Butterflies And A Sunset Sky

When I see through the glass opening in the wall, 

I see a blue sky going into late afternoon light fall. 

In that picturesque horizon,

I see butterflies sitting on blossoms. 

The last moment, they fall, the next second, they fly, 

As they rise, they ascend, to the pouring dark sky. 

As the evening descends, soon the insects float above,

Their stomachs plump with pollen, they rise to their abode, like a dove. 

They take care of the young beings and warm their cocoon, 

For out of that nest of theirs, a wing fly will move out soon.