Cary Lynne wrote this poem.

Butterfly
By Cary Lynne

Butterfly cheered his new look
who knew the chances?
Surreal to the sway
and swing and sail
aglint in the daffodil sun.
Tinged the rose,
dodged the oak,
glanced the leaf and graced the mud,
bumped the muddy screen,
hailed the big begonia,
and landed in a birdbath
amidst its crumbled stone.
Afloat anew,
grazed a mum
and sniffed a daisy
all in the day of a new butterfly
drunken on the wing.