Butterfly
A butterfly flying high
Up into the bright blue sky
Wings got tired before too long
So down she came in a fluttering song.
She'll rest now that is until
She wants another flying thrill,
Her colourful flutter will resume,
Hopefully in between our garden's bloom.
Copyright © John Williams | Year Posted 2015
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