Buttery Butterfly

Hey look, how it flies!

With a soul full of disguise.

Flying here and there,

Moving up in the air.

Tender is its wings,

With mood full of swings.

Roaming in and out,

Having no fears or doubts.

Carrying its hues,

Leaving behind the cues.

Cues to know the shades,

With promises to be made.

Cues for us to guess,

Engaging us in a game of chess.

A trivia for us to cope,

Nothing but a beam of hope.

How pretty are your shades,

I wonder how you are made.

Oh beauty with its grace!

Keep flying with our praise.

Last but not the least, is what I say,

Buttery butterfly, keep flying especially in the day.