Butter fly

Walking through the fields
running my fingers through the grass
hoping this memory will last
and never ever pass.

It is summer and sunny
i feel happy but strange,
Like you are flying
in my tummy.

With soft delicate wings
you flew through the wind.
I was hoping to catch you
but doubting my powers.

You landing on a flower
pausing for a moment.
As the wind wiped through my hair,
i sat there and stared.

Your colours on your wings
reflect my expressions,
You stand out from the green grass
and the clear blue sky,
You are the pure delight.

I could stay here till night
But i know i have to go
to let you fly,
Then with one delicate leap
i see you leave..
I\\\'m tying not to grieve.