Climbing from the chrysalis

Metamorphosis is done

Spreading wings to dry

And then it’s time to fly

Time to get down to butterfly business

Feeding from nectar

Spreading pollen flower to flower

Morning is time to bask for the sun

Heat the wings in order to fly

And taste the air for food and love

Find a mate, dance the dance

Of courting and perpetuation

find a place to lay the eggs

To feed and transform in turn

Live for a week or live for a year

The business of butterflies is part of the cycle

Of life and death, and life again

Ever continuing since time began