Nugget
In fields of gold, where wildflowers play,
A tiny gem, the light of day,
I wander through the meadow's green,
Where butterflies glide, soft and serene.
With wings like jewels, they drift and soar,
A wonder of colors, evermore.
They dance with sunbeams, dip and sway,
In warm, bright air they float away.
Oh, I could watch them all day long,
These fragile wings, a whispered song.
Among the grasses, wild and free,
They teach of beauty's mystery.
My mother calls, her voice so clear,
I race to her arms, so warm and near,
And feel my father's strong embrace,
In this safe world, my hiding place.
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