My beautiful butterfly flying through the wind,
I see the colours of her beautiful wings.
They shimmer purple and pink as well,
as she lingers over the wishing well.
Then she heads towards the flowers,
and perches on a pink one.
Where's my butterfly I scream in fear,
I turned away,and she disappears.
I ran to the garden,where she was last seen,
and she sticks her head out,looking quite keen.
Then she speads her winds and flys away,
into the night sky,until anouther day.