Yellow winged fairy
perched gently on buttercups
delicate beauty.
Loveliness knows not
the emotions it evokes
like butterfly wings.
We watched a swallowtail yesterday evening. It was engaged in a frolic we could not understand, flirting with drops of water remaining after a thunderstorm.
The darned thing was lovely in every sense of the word–brilliantly yellow, graced with wispy wings edged in black, graceful in flight–yet completely oblivious to our admiration, and unaware of its own beauty.
Don’t forget, we are all beautiful. You are beautiful.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 