My Butterfly

On iridescent wings floats by,

Beneath the clouds, in yon blue sky,

You softly glide on gentle breeze,

And ne’er stress over things like these,

And oft’ on little flower you land,

Or yet ev’n on human hand,

And with your grace, you dost bestow,

A gift for one, a gift for all,

Your beauty may unseen go by,

Yet I’ll always notice you, my butterfly.

I wrote this poem in a book that I'm currently writing called Outcasts. One of my main characters, October Lewis, is a fourteen-year-old poet who writes this poem for his twin sister, Olivia Lewis.