The colorful butterflies.

Two leaves fell on my shoulder
Gently they laid,
and left after because I swayed,
Or they were afraid,
The first was brown and lovely
The other was green and lively
And they were both leaves from the same tree.

Three butterflies sat on the same spot
On my shoulder, flapping their wings
All three were so light,
I didn't feel a thing.
They spoke, all three Simultaneously,
speaking to me
But I was dumb to their speech
and desperately wished I understood
What it is they said.

And whether it be their secrets they told,
These gray, black and yellow butterflies
These three butterflies, a beautiful site to look at
And I found my heart racing
My smile broadened,
the two leaves, and The three butterflies
All a piece of a piece of nature.