Bu(E) Tter Fly

Your innocent eyes lightly closed Your tender limbs partly stilled In swaddling linen's comfort wrapped You sleep within your mother's girdling arms. Away from all care you drowse Away from the snares and sorrows of the world With the Heaven smiling from the heights And the swarm of angels keeping guard all around Fresh as the freshest vernal green Lovely as the loveliest summer bloom Soft as the softest silky fleece You lie, a priceless gift wrapped in grace Blissful is your rest Envious is your state But weep not, when you wake Bursting this cocoon to the chill and heat For on your sides, colourful wings sprout With iridescent shades, curves and spots To carry you over frost and snow And to feast on the dew, served in floral cups.