Butterflies

Yellow is such an odd color,

The budderflies come out when the grass is cut quick,

Escape their flutters,

A very big flight plan sounds fun,

Not expecting much from there little legs,

Battling it out with the wind,

Never mind the destination at hand with the dandelions,

Whatever did the flowers do to them,

Someone has to fix this,

I will,

With this limited palmistry,

They fly into trees and such,

While they spread the seeds of the dandle,

I want to see how far they will make it together,

A natural family intertwined with the universe,

And ready to come out.