Poems - Butterflies
‘On The Wings Of A Butterfly’ by Daniel Peek
Your love is special,
Like the flowers that bloom
Or when a butterfly emerges
From within its cocoon....
You remind me of that butterfly
Loving and free
Bright and colourful
For the world to see
We will share the sunshine and rainbows
Sometimes, the rain and the snow
We'll stand together through it
While the cold winds blow
When the time is right
We won't stop to ask 'why'
Our love will take flight
On the wings of a butterfly....
Possible quote to use:
A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam
and for a brief moment, its glory and beauty
belong to our world.
But then it flies again,
And though we wish it could have stayed...
We feel lucky to have seen it.
‘Death is Not the End’ by Peter Tatchell:
Death is not the end
But the beginning
Of a metamorphosis.
For matter is never destroyed
Only transformed
And rearranged
Often more perfectly.
Witness how in the moment of the caterpillar’s death
The beauty of the butterfly is born
And released from the prison of the cocoon
It flies free
On the wings of a butterfly
Your friendship is special,
Like the flowers that bloom
Or when a butterfly emerges
From within its cocoon….
You remind me of that butterfly
Loving and free
Bright and colourful
For the world to see….
We will share the sunshine and rainbows
Sometimes, the rain and the snow
We’ll stand together through it
While the cold winds blow….
When the time is right
We won’t stop to ask ‘why’
Our friendship will take flight
‘Severn White Butterflies’ by Mary Oliver
Seven white butterflies
delicate in a hurry look
how they bang the pages
of their wings as they fly
to the fields of mustard yellow
and orange and plain
gold all eternity
is in the moment this is what
Blake said Whitman said such
wisdom in the agitated
motions of the mind seven
dancers floating
even as worms toward
paradise see how they banter
and riot and rise
to the trees flutter
lob their white bodies into
the invisible wind weightless
lacy willing
to deliver themselves unto
the universe now each settles
down on a yellow thumb on a
brassy stem now
all seven are rapidly sipping
from the golden tower who
would have thought it could be so easy?