Yes, mine, too. Their scent is captivating.
The long days of summer pass me by
as I chase my ever elusive butterfly.
I run after it every day
& still it manages to keep away.
Whenever I seem to have it in sight,
it turns a sharp left or makes a quick right.
I finally digress, I'm not to hold
the beauty with wings of solid gold.
I lay, defeated, on Earth's lush, green floor.
I can't chase after it anymore.
Just when my hope is almost gone,
I see my butterfly on the horizon.
The moral of the story is, you see,
when I chased, my butterfly tried to flee,
but when I waited... it returned to me.