The Butterfly
I saw a yellow butterfly
floating gently in the breeze.
Or was it a lovely flutterby,
glittering softly through the trees?
Her freedom and gentility
were like a graceful ballerina,
flitting here and there and everywhere,
gladdening the heart that has seen her.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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