Analysis of Butterfly

Once,as my childhood,free and stray,
I saw it going its ardent way
From rose to rose till I did say
A butterfly must but fly away!

Then somewhere beyond my thought
A rainbow ended on a golden pot
But for a winged journey no end I sought
So the butterfly flew on and on.

I would catch it and never let go
But as joys cannot be made to stay
That butterfly from my youthful day
Flew away.