A Sunset

It was a nice so cold day I had a good time Watching neat flowers and butterflies. When the sunset started the night, All of them are gone, but one I had to collect dry branches to make a fire to see things around me to warm me as well. That lovely butterfly with her soft sensitive body and wings Insisted to go to the fire. She may thought it a flower or just light! I wanted to save her so I buried the fire So she can freely fly on her own way I love to meet her up there!! Before coming back to home, I sat for a while to write freely this free poem When you are alone, Take full shower, Cover your body by blanket Carefully read The Book would you please? The worst may has not come May or may not! Your last day may be the best ever I hope so for me for you for others. I wish for you what I wish for myself. Would you please do your best for you I love old books, I love new books, I love all good books. Other good people's words. Canary Bird In Riverside, a bird used to live years ago nearby the only window of his branch, a big lovely tree, he often sing terrific warbling rhymed cool songs early in the morn and so every day at sunset. I asked Is it a canary bird flower with some other? Who makes that lovely "prose and poems"!