Butterfly, Butterfly

You are so pretty,
Butterfly,
with your spotted wings
so colorful against the
clear blue sky.

Let me catch you,
Butterfly,
in my long white net,
so you can sit on my nose
and be my friend.

You are so graceful,
Butterfly,
flitting from flower to flower,
always escaping
before I can touch you.

Why are you so still,
Butterfly?
Now that I have caught you,
you lay beautifully on my palm
as my tears drop onto your pretty wings.