~ I See In Myself A Butterfly ~

I see in the sky,
the most beautiful butterfly
When she opens her wings, she sings
Songs I have forgotten,
She flies in nature

All different colors
of the leaves that fall
I see in myself a butterfly
 that takes to the air
She is flying everywhere

I see her as she sits on my finger
Sometimes I am made to wonder
A butterfly has wings to set it free
Do I have the same,
What of me.

I hear sweet birds chirp all day long
While she flies over the rainbow
The hope goes on
Looking at a butterfly I see
In myself, someone who looks like me

Linda Ann Henry © 2005
Do you remember me
The people's poet