The Autumn Butterfly Goodbye

In parks where autumn hues ignite, A butterfly, a dancing sprite, Awakes to skies of amber bright, Knowing soon will come the night.

The leaves, like dancers, twirl and leap, In shades of gold and crimson deep, As park folks gather, secrets keep, While nature drifts into her sleep.

One last flight, a flutter free, The butterfly, for all to see, Observes the falling canopy, A graceful, painted memory.

It watches leaves in swirling flight, A kaleidoscope of coloured light, Then dips its wings in soft goodnight, To summer's warmth and sunny might.

A gentle farewell, whispered low, As frosty breezes start to blow, The butterfly prepares to go, Where winter blankets earth with snow.

Seasons turn, a cycle grand, The butterfly in slumber's land, Awaits the spring, a helping hand, To paint the world, as sunshine planned.