The Garden's Butterfly

The dark clouds scattered above,

Blocked the rays of the sun's glory; 

The noisy wind made her flight weak, 

The odour around made her feel faint, 

Yet, she hopped from plant to plant, 

Courteously greeting the flowers;

The flowers giggled to her touch, 

She was a kindred spirit, spreading joy, 

Snogging each flower, petal by petel;

And the fallen drop from the clouds, 

Anointed her as a new creation,

Clothed in strength and dignity;

Everyone in the garden liked her presence,

As she was the garden's butterfly.