On Butterflies

Nevermore will a flying flower drift by you unnoticed
~K. D’Angelo

Butterflies are kisses blown to us by Angels
~K. D’Angelo

Divine creation can be seen painted on the canvas of a butterfly’s wing
~ K. D’Angelo

No garden truly blooms until butterflies have danced upon it
~K. D’Angelo

God dreamt a butterfly and the wind whispered let Love soar
~K. D’Angelo

Butterflies are a breath of beauty fluttering by, they are mystery chronicled upon wing, they bring forth the grace and wonder of this world to our eyes everyday
~K. D’Angelo

Awaken to the universes simple gift of the butterfly. Watch with fascination and joy as a jeweled treasure glides by and gently touches your soul
~K. D’Angelo

A minute spec of life is set upon a leaf, out crawls a miracle a butterfly to be
~K. D’Angelo

Master magician, munching to and fro, a caterpillar works illusions til’ the end of his show
~K. D’Angelo

A self made sanctuary, a place for change and growth, a chrysalis is created in anticipation of both
~K. D’Angelo

Butterflies are God’s confetti, thrown upon the Earth in celebration of His love
~K. D’Angelo

Butterflies dance on the whisper’s of romance, alight upon their wings sun-kissed, joyfully soaring into Loves’s sweet bliss
~K. D’Angelo

Tremendous beauty can be found in the tiniest of things… for who has ever thought to rival that of a butterfly’s wing
~K. D’Angelo

Butterfly and time cannot pass a garden together ~K. D’Angelo

 

All over the world butterflies soar into the hearts of man, they sail boundless and free, speaking the universal language of beauty
~K. D’Angelo

Butterflies are little winged mirrors, soaring gifts of reflection, flutterings of Love ~K. D’Angelo

You are to me, as a butterfly to a flower
~K. D’Angelo 

Butterfly flutters tickle the drowsy heart, awakening imaginations, curiosities, wonders and dreams. Where will you fly once touched by a Butterfly’s wing?
~K. D’Angelo

Soar like the spirited Butterfly, who is as passionate upon tattered wing, as she was on her maiden flight
~K. D’Angelo

Never-ending rays of long summer days, violet meadows serene, butterfly’s dream
~K. D’Angelo

One could spend a lifetime lost in a butterfly’s wing
~K. D’Angelo

Oh, gentle spirit, fly free on wings of grace… rise beyond sunset skies into the dawns of paradise
~K. D’Angelo

Cherish life as it were fleeting butterfly
~K. D’Angelo

Love, as soaring wing, is a graceful  movement of the heart
~K. D’Angelo

In solitude the butterfly steps from the chrysalis, the soul from the self
~ K. D’Angelo

Upon golden wing take flight, dance the sky as an untethered kite

~K. D’Angelo

My peace dwells on wings of butterflies
~K. D’Angelo

I am a climbing vine, you my love, the visiting butterfly
~ K. D’Angelo

On a breath of bliss be a wish, float as dandelion’s dream kiss ~K. D’Angelo

Unfold your Heart , Let it take Wing, Release Love, Free the Butterfly!
~K. D’Angelo

Love lights wing, moving and illuminating grace, Fly Butterfly Fly
~K. D’Angelo

Jeweled Wings, treasure beyond compare! Designer, Mother Nature does butterfly flair
~K. D’Angelo

How can I not enthuse life, as long as the sun rises, another flower to enjoy, butterflies flutter by, a hand to touch, another moon to smile back at
~K. D’Angelo

The butterfly flits from bloom to bloom, as not to miss one fragrant plume. In her sight exists no garden finale, only paradise of flowered hill and valley
~K. D’Angelo

Winter & summer waltz, blossoms fall & spring, snowflakes & butterflies exalt, as seasons of Love do sing ~K. D’Angelo

 

I visualized all her sadness, pain and suffering as a faint and thinning chrysalis, dark and crumbling away into the nothingness from which it came. Then I saw emerging from the dust, a beautiful illuminated Soul, a pure spark of Love from the Creator’s mind, a graceful white butterfly serenely returning home
~K. D’Angelo

To deny love is to shoe a butterfly from your garden
~K. D’Angelo

Each Flower must know the soil, every Butterfly the earth toil
~ K. D’Angelo

 

Butterflies are bright wonders, tiny flying miracles, delicate messengers of Joy, the day stars of our skies ~K. D’Angelo

 

Butterflies grace the autumn fields, as do sweet memories dance the meadows of our minds ~K. D’Angelo

 

Time cannot linger a garden where butterflies do pass ~K. D’Angelo

 

Weighed butterflies cannot be lifted. Every time you Love, a little of you is given away …  go ahead lighten up,  Free the Butterfly, Soar upon Grace ~K. D’Angelo

 

In skies of Grace blues dance, tiny wings of joy waltz as Heaven’s glance ~K. D’Angelo

 

Bask in the blessings of your day, let gratitude and kindness carry you away ~K. D’Angelo

 

Oh stars of the deep dark night, oh butterflies of the bright field, teach me to be a whisper of grace, a soft echo tenderness yields …~K. D’Angelo

A flutter of butterflies, such as the migrating Monarchs or Painted Ladies, fly together as Nature’s confetti, celebrate the joys of life with them ~K. D’Angelo

 

New perspectives come to light on the wings of self reflection ~K. D’Angelo

 

Color drops from the sky, when butterfly does not fly ~K. D’Angelo

 

My mind can rest in knowing that God will unfold my life as he does the wings of a butterfly  ~K. D’Angelo

 

You are a Butterfly Soul .. A bright pure Love, a light that will shine on forever in the hearts of those lucky enough to have known yours  ~K. D’Angelo

 

Each flora must know the soil, every butterfly the earth toil ~K. D’Angelo

 

Soar out of time, beyond the bow, on ray, to see what butterflies know ~K. D’Angelo

 

Fearful butterflies become bound, as soarless kites strung to ground ~K. D’Angelo

 

Angels hymn a fairied wing, in arrangement of butterfly flown ~K. D’Angelo

 

Forest cascades as mirrored stream, painting sails on butterfly wing ~K. D’Angelo

 

Set forest of trees ablaze in leaves of amber bright, move wings of butterflies to stained glass flight ~K. D’Angelo

 

As beauty freed is set a fluttering, I, like butterflies, long to be ~K. D’Angelo

 

Blessed by holy sacred Dove, butterflies are made of Love ~K. D’Angelo

 

With the remnants of Her gentle rains, Mother Nature is busy carpeting the hills. Verdant velvets she lays, awakening the drowsy with springs of green, calling forth the flying flowers to take wing and gently alight her masterpiece of Grace ~K. D’Angelo