Butterfly Garden

They greet the dawn on happy wings,
As the sun begins to rise,
And they linger in the garden,
till twilight fills the skies.

They visit every flower,
And dine throughout the day.

You can see them any hour,
In colors bright and gay.

They rest upon the roses,
When they have had their fill,
Then frolic in the meadow,
Upon the daffodil.

I wonder as I wander,
How will it someday be,
When I leave this world behind me,
What wonders will I see?

When I stroll the Master’s garden,
I’ll bet they’ll be there too,
With wings of gold and silver,
Beyond the rainbows’ hue.
                    Clay Harrison