Sweetest Butterfly
Sweetest Butterfly.
Oh, sweet my sweetest Butterfly
you float and fly around,
wild flowers for your playmates,
like you they make no sound.
Wings of satin sheets
sewn with a silk for thread,
the Rose she hides you from her thorns,
her petals form your bed.
Sometimes you fly in two's or three's
on a bright Summer's morn,
you twirl and dance so daintily
and settle on my lawn.
Oh sweet my sweetest Butterfly
in my garden as I tend,
I work with joy and care for you
as you roam with all your friends.
Copyright © Brigid Foley | Year Posted 2018
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