Graceful Butterfly
When the sunlight breaks upon her face
Ascending like a lover’s eyes
It listens to a gentle song
With notes that run, in whispered breath
A fleeting mood, that twirls aloft
And circles in a morning breeze
A mantra of incantation
Stirring thoughts to meditation
And rising lightly, against the dawn
The lilting voice, which calls her name
Sun whispers like a whippoorwill
Her wings are leaves, that dance and sway
Each move exhales, so crystal clear
A bubbling brook, sweet, crisp, and pure
She stands alone, this flower child
She flies with grace, without fanfare
But petal by petal, to grace them all
So softly there, in whispered breath
A timid soul, a quivering chord
A sonnet of love, with languid words
Color sparks, that kindles bright
Of meadow larks, in spiral flight
Wings made of silver, she flutters along
With trilling grace that wraps around
A wreath of mist lifts off the ground
A rainbow in a morning song
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