on the wing

Fluterby

Butterfly you flutterby on a summer's day
no plan of flight, such a delight, as you go on your way
from caterpillar to chrysalis ,then on your maiden flight
resting only to eat my cabbages, and to sleep at night
no soaring like a seagull, catching the thermal wind
wing beats are eternal, till finally they're pinned
stretched out with your brothers, there for all to see
in a dusty museum case, for eternaty

Bob Blackwell
With honeyed wings our flutterby seeks the flower, drinks the nectar, flutters to yet another flower, each flower it visits it leaves a gift of love, for seeds to form new flowers, thus ensuring the supply of nectar for future butterflies. Intelligent bankers butterflies, they save for future lives. We could learn from this?

heterodynemind
Nice. I take comfort in the fact that we humans have some of the dna of that which makes the colors of a butterflies wing. Perhaps self flight is in our future after all?