Riddle #1
Jul 2, 2024
So gentle so fleeting so tender.
Lighter than a feather.
Survives even in stormy weather.
Fluttering its wings,
While the bird sings.
From afar, you’d think it’s a flower petal.
Up close, you realize it’s too free and playful to be any of those.
It could be colorful or white.
Always looking delicate with lots of might.
You can find her in the trees, up on a hill, between flowers, or greeting the bees.
She’s playful and silently talkative.
When you see her,
You can’t help, but smile.
They say she’s an insect.
Baby, she’s a rhyme.
Her movements became a theory to be studied.
A chaos she embodied.
Of whom do I speak?
