A bumble bee
flying
its wings at full mast
Nectaring
In a wild field of neglected thorns and weeds
A radiant Butterfly
Flustering on and on
Beset by the warmth of the sun
At a chance
On a careless breeze
on a pernicious gust a glancing
kiss
Restraining its beating glee
befuddle searching for the beauty
it had gleam
drops of dew pouring from its eyes
The sun seems dimmer
An end must mercifully come
From visions of butterflies and
dragon queens
For it can be for seem
The butterfly was just a mist

Very nice, love the imaginary

Thanks I'm have a very different stylle