Butterflies...

You have spread your wings, At the sides of our hearts, To fly to great height, To look down in delight, The sticky icicles definitely yours, The diamonds and corals contrast, A sculpture in the Almighty, Has the hand, delicate, Tools of wonders have made it, Where our thought take the flight, When you blabber in the unknown voice, The uncoordinated eyes stare in confusion, To melt our hearts to be the nylon threads, Butterflies, when have you spread your wings, To pick up the speed to take us along, To every dream that has the bud, To smile as the flowers and seek for companionship.