Butterfly, Butterfly, who are you?
What kind of creature are you?
Flying through and through,
At a distance beyond the bloom.
The glamour of your beauty enchants me

I want to view your face,
I want to see you all day long,
Swinging your beautiful wings
Through and through,
Wagging your antennae as you fly.

Butterfly, who is your maker?
That made you in such beauty?
Glints of gold on your wings
Which cannot be replaced;
For your maker deserves appreciation.

You are meek and humble,
Like a dove.
I admire your beauty when you fly,
Mouth unable to speak
But heart accumulates thy thought.

Your movement is like the movement
Of an invited guest,
Stepping on beautiful blooms,
Of joy, untold, can feel;
Butterfly, Butterfly, I love thee.

Gift S. Ogulu