April 2

Anonymous , writer

It was in your eyes, 

That’s how I knew.


I saw butterflies dancing in huge flowering fields,

Playing hopscotch on each flower petal.


I saw them bouncing on gusts of air,

Gracefully fluttering through baby blue skies.


I saw them weaving through strings of wind, 

Braiding the breeze with their wings.


I saw them slow dancing in the sunshine,

Leaving a trail of magic behind them.


I saw magic,

The kind of magic you feel in your heart.


Like warm hugs to a sad soul

Or twinkling stars to lonely people.


Like dancing barefoot in the rain

Or watching a flower grow.


The kind of magic that is butterflies to me.