golden butterfly

I saw her for the first time in the bushes
beyond those high hills, beside the fall
was just sitting there alone in early dawn
the flowers were aplenty, the breeze sweet.

I was watching the sun rays turning the
Water to pink and then red and back to crystal
Little birds singing softly from one tree to another
Flying hither and thither were hundreds of dreams.

colours splattered on their tiny wings
butterflies were kissing each and every flower
every thing was oh so lovely I was almost drunk
suddenly I felt as if the sun has come down there.

A beautiful golden butterfly was gliding from one
to the other flower with the charming grace
of a beautiful ballerina, lighting up every flower
it touched, as if lending it its golden glow.

It glided from one flower to the other one
like a ray of sun touching and kissing each flower
glowing up each and every flower with its light
it slowly glided away like a beautiful living dream.