The Butterfly
The butterfly, it flutters by,
And yes flutter is the word--
For butterflies don't soar or buzz
Like other bugs, or birds.
They dance upon the summer breeze
As they flit about the air--
For a garden sweet, is incomplete
Lest butterflies are there.
But who knows whence they travel,
And who knows why they stay--
Perhaps they come to court the rose,
Or about the flowers play.
The monarch and the Morpheus,
And the other species too--
They cause the spring to sweetly sing
And enhance the lovely view.
So perhaps I'll find a garden,
And should fate allow it so--
Then I might see, the tissue she...
Flutter lightly to and fro.
The Butterfly Flutters By Contest
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
05/22/14
Copyright © Mel Merrill | Year Posted 2014
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