Time Flies

The boy and girl can’t get enough
Of play in hip deep grass
They kick at dandelion tufts
And watch the motes drift past

Time stops as green and white enfold
These children who collapse
From joy, and staring up behold
A thousand beating flaps

Of butterflies ascending high
Among the fickle flecks,
Parading blithely in the sky
The children crane their necks

Until the sky returns to blue;
The boy turns to the girl
And whispers, “I’ll do that, will you?”
So they begin to twirl

And play among the hip deep grass
Dancing like butterflies
And as they do, along flits past
The summer’s greatest prize.