The Butterfly

As I was sitting on the grass under the old oak tree,
A lovely, lively butterfly came down quite close to me,
He settled on a buttercup and sipped its honey dew,
I saw the glow upon his wing,
Bright gold and peacock blue,
The flower swayed a tiny bit,
A little breeze went by,
He gave a wave and off he flew,
I lost him in the sky