Butterfly

Running in the fields to catch those butterflies,
mesmerized by the color, the flutter.
Patches on my blue flowy skirt,
hopped on to the meadows, I twirled.

Such a pretty girl,
here are the pink butterflies for you.
I wore the symbol, a pendant,
soon clutched in it, its hard to breathe when my butterfly flew away from my hands

Suffocating those thread, I broke the chains apart.
These pretty pink butterflies, I have caged you again.
I however have to go for now, a season of transformation calls
A new meadow beckons, empty they are for now,
Spring shall come soon, and I shall run wild, again like and with those butterflies.