Summer Mornings
Some mornings the sun caresses my neck
And others, it burns my skin
The leaves change brown and frail
The flowers never seem to mind the sun,
Their petals glowing colours of the rainbow
The bustle outside of cars racing around
The city doesn’t sleep,
Though it has its moments
I like to think I’m soaring in the sky
Like a butterfly,
Quiet, yet magnificent
Fluttering away into the horizon
Where I call home
I dread the seasons that are dreary
The cold that freezes all
I thrive in the sun and the heat
Waiting for the days where I’m free among the skies
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