Winged Beauty

I stretched my hand calling her

Down and down she came flying

And gently perched on my index finger

Looked around at the flowers blooming.

Restless she grew and began to flutter

Off she went to kiss the orchid

Soon there was one on my shoulder

She danced about as I pampered.

Showing off their tender wings

Red, blue, yellow and violet

They hopped around on all the roses

And hovered above the marigolds bright.

Up into the sky with spirits so high

I wish I could go on like her

Humbly and gracefully she does fly

Leaving a smile on the beholder.