Of Wisdom and Wings

At the break of dawn, between the flowers I did walk,
A butterfly’s hue silently beckoned me near.
“Li’l creature”, I called out, “are you free to talk?”,
She mouthed a yes, ’twas difficult to hear.

I asked her if she knew the vastness of the earth,
She rubbed her hands, dusted the sticky pollen. 
Her sullen expression quickly changed to mirth,
“Ye sure ’tis a comma there, innit a semicolon?”.

The ensuing laughter broke off the dialogue,
Launched my winged friend with a dainty flutter.
She flitted for a bit and sat on a fallen log, 
Then parted her lips, these words it did utter.

“Spend I my life immersed in nature’s dance,
Weigh it I do in charm, ay’ not in expanse.”