When Baby Turns Butterflies To Leaves
When baby sleeps in tranquil cuddles born to dance
Butterflies arrive in swirling morning color orange
On the branch standing only barren soft
Flowers wait in anticipation full of savory nectar
Bumbles know their way about their scent and flavor
Trees hang with spidery branches turned to empty brown
On their way to Winter before the snow sets in
The child thinks of winged insect beauty
Suspended in perpetual animation on each tree
Dreaming of butterflies like love upon a thought
Upon each branch as fluttering like leaves about
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