Poem The butterfly

 Poem The butterfly 

In the flowers in the bushes 

Is the butterfly perched up 

Swaying it's colourful wings 

And flying to the rhythm of the winds

Higher and higher in the gale

Taking the vision of soul high up 

Where the light of heaven is close 

Swaying to the rhythm of God 

Taking the soul to the angels

True to call  the butterfly 

The beautiful winged creation.