Freedom

Tonight I crafted a butterfly,
Her color was white,
Symbolic of freedom,
So beautiful,
So Pure.
I can imagine her frost colored wings,
Spreading, ready to soar.
She's enchanting.
She has no voice.
But she moves in her words.
She breaks no sound.
And the world watches her flutter by.
I, too, Halt and watch her sway.
Because she reminds me of that feeling,
The one I can't seem to play.
She is deinty,
She is elegant.
She captivates me,
And this precious angel is all I yearn to follow,
She is all that my eyes want to see,
I chase after her like a young child,
Through the meadows,
Towards the flowers,
Because it is there,
That she is free.