Butterfly wings
By Grannyrosie
BUTTERFLY WINGS Flying on a Butterfly, Entrapped, behind her wings, This tiny little Butterfly, Hums away, and sings. Songs of people's travels, Within this land called home, She picks them up, and carries them, When 'ere they need to roam. Glimpses of oceans, far away, Lakes, rivers, beneath her wings, Trees look so small, mind does recall, Green balloons, attached to strings. She glides along so beautifully, Wings sparkle in sunlight, This dainty little Butterfly, Will carry me home, tonight. Tho' wings not made of gossamer, They are surely crystal bound, She dips, and curves so gracefully, As sunbeams chase her 'round. She floats through clouds of whispy white, Confronting natures wrath, or beauty, Never complains, how sad I'll be, On seperation, Butterfly, and me. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 09:50 PM PST, Patricia Rosenberg 0 • 10
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