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Butterflies Above The Merry

Butterflies bend the wind to color
They dip in circular momentum calm
Lifting the air enchanted through the pines
Past lakes at speeds monitored by time
And when the blue jay turns its head
More in a hurried pitch than surprise
In accordance with the laws of sunrise
Which are never wrong but on their side
Wise buttercups remain yellow to their roots
Cups of joy stationed in tranquility
Beautiful anchored observers to the truth who judge 
All creatures passing by in flight
Wishing they could be on the wing 
As tiny birds sing out the cause of merry
Butterflies go deeper in their souls
Lovely at first light, invisible to the touch

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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