May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun
And find your shoulder to light on,
To bring you luck, happiness and riches
Today, tomorrow and beyond.
Butterflies are self propelled flowers.
If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.
But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire.
-Robert Frost 'Blue-Butterfly Day'~