Butterfly in the Garden

Softly was flying the butterfly in the garden,
For nectar she flew from one flower to another.
Her days were not may, that she had forgotten,
Wasting time was not something that mattered.

Her delicate wings paused and reflected light,
Enjoying the flowers, the moment she was living.
Every different color and petal were a delight,
Each different nectar was worth savoring.

Suddenly came a storm and a refuge she needed.
The rain drops fell hard on her light wings,
The wind was so fierce she felt besieged,
There was no place to go, not birds singing.

Then the rain subsided, the storm was gone.
A beautiful rainbow stroke with colors the sky.
When the butterfly felt most scared and alone,
She found the inner strength to endure and… fly.