Song of the Butterfly
I went to the garden to await my guest
Who will come with the beauty that silence suggests
Its' visit though cherished will not be long
In silence I stand for the beauty of its song
It was getting late and it had yet to arrive
It seemed from this melody I would be deprived
But then I saw something from the corner of my eye
It was the fluttering symphony of an ebony and gold butterfly
I watched as it moved to and fro
My eyes dancing to the rhythm of its flow
Then up and over the trees it flew
And then it disappeared out of view
But the echo of its melody lingered awhile
Then floated on the wind for miles and miles
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