She saw butterflies hovering around the garden
Frail, beautiful, and covered in colours…splendid ones
She saw butterflies always hovering, always moving
They were covered in patches of tawdry colours and spoke volumes to tired eyes
They were pretty-as-fireflies and strong-as-birds kinda butterflies
They reminded one of spring and summer in all seasons
They wore their colours through flashy sprints through the air
They were dainty in an unreal way
She saw them moving with grace
She saw them dashing with haste
Drawn to flowers, always attracted to the maze
A carnival of delights, a loving taste
Of honey and sprinkled ease
The tongue craves.