Apollo's Butterfly
The Sun was on a rippling brook,
while the leaves on the trees,
by the wind were shook.
On the mossy floor,
a fire danced.
On the breeze a golden butterfly pranced.
Underneath a laurel,
lay a silver bow.
Beside it sat Apollo,
with his kithara in tow.
The Butterfly flew in the fire,
while Apollo strummed upon his lyre.
Copyright © Rebekah Thomas | Year Posted 2005
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