Butterflies Can Astound

It was a Sunday,
Yes, it was sun's day,
Hot, humid and sunny,
So I said: "Honey,
Let's go to a park,
Let's listen to a lark."

She said: " I'm staying inside,
But you can go outside,"
So to Deep Cut Park I go,
To witness nature's show:
Zinnias in bloom,
Spreading their perfume.

And other flying flowers
With magical powers:
Butterflies flying around,
Butterflies to astound,
And jump-start
Any jaded heart.

For the next hour or two,
Butterflies I'd pursue;
I was running around,
Without making a sound,
Taking lots and lots
Of close-up shots.

Butterflies made me high--
Don't ask me why;
After my wandering,
I came home pondering:
"Do catterpillars know
Into butterflies they'd grow?"