Spring carries life with itself
Between the days of blooms
The hopes are blooming
In the form of eggs.
In my milkweeds
Who carries flowers like a crown
Of a most respectful lady
Now they are carrying my hopes
Of life between the bloom.
They hatches and gives me ray
In the form of larva.
A sweet starting of the
Beautiful creatures
That i adore.
They play with my milkweed,
Making holes in them
Like a hide and seek game.
Now my hopes rest in pupa,
It is full mystery and magic
Of life which i like the most.
Eventually my forbearance
Has sweet fruit, just like
My beautiful butterfly.
With her beautiful wings
Which sparkle life in my eyes.
With the hope of new world
She says me goodbye.