A Poem On An Idea

On the canvas I just throw an idea Of a butterfly from my mind and Let's see keenly which way it goes Neither left nor right nor a line straight, The name of the path zigzag it takes; Which color it wears and on which place It sits and rests next thing I need to see Before I do that, a point comes to my mind Could it cross in this way a river or a sea? How far it may go and how long I can pull This is a fair challenge at this dusk I think Now I hear it to flap its two colourful wings Wearing many colours but profound is pink. From where it gets all the colours it adorns I wish I could know and solve the mystery But before I ask, it lost under the shadow As if, it does not want to tell me that for free. Exactly in that way, I also lose my ink and Gets lost somewhere that I cannot find Though I wonder if it has also a pair of wings And some grey leaves to play in my mind.