Sometimes, in a quest for aimless flight,
and no more responsibility for a short while,
to be a temporary butterfly, would be joyous,
as I could flutter in my vibrant colors
of sky blue, goldenrod, and black,
over the tops of swaying weeping willows.
Just for a moment, I'd alight on an amazed
and flutter among the honeysuckle vines,
sharing my bliss with the busy hummingbirds
that faithfully fly from flower to flower.