Flowers

By the soft, early morning light,

I strolled in my garden so bright,

And there,enjoyed the blissful sight,

Of flowers shrouded by the night.

I beheld them in reverie,

And hoped to preserve their beauty;

Their fragrance that long enticed me,

Nagged my mind with its mystery.

Enthralled, I fondly watched them glow,

In sweet colors of the rainbow;

As butterflies that thrilled me so,

Kiss their petals, and then they go.

Now, in the lonely afternoon,

Treading grounds where petals are strewn,

I see why flowers go so soon,

And butterflies leave their cocoon.