Butterflies
A kaleidoscope of butterflies
greets my eyes,
on entering this paradise.
Specially built to give joy
to each little girl and boy.
Who never see them now.
As a child I remember well,
there were loads of them
in the glens and dells.
A sure sign of summer.
Along with buzzing bees.
Birds singing in the trees.
Mankind has messed it up.
Their habitat kaput.
With overuse of weedkillers,
and random hedge cutting.
I, for one will be returning
to Butterfly Land this morning.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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