a wide open lush emerald green meadow,
lavishly decorated with,
bright amber golden sunny black eyed Susans.
A small group of free spirited little girls
as they playfully jump and dart about.
Intrigued, my eyes drink in a delightful sight.
Whole heartedly they chase and try to catch
The butterflies with their silken wings,
gracefully silently flutter.
Timidly they hover just out of the girls tip
Tempting and teasing.
All the while jubilant repetitions of little
echoes throughout the meadow.
By dodging and reversion the butterflies make
their get away.
Reluctant to become a prized treasure.
Defeated and energy dwindled the girls
Off they head across the meadow still laughing
With happiness and joy flooding my heart,
a smile creeps upon my face and I think to
Little Girls And Butterflies.
Elizabeth Ann Bushey©