When the Butterflies Dance
My garden comes alive at night,
many flowers do not bloom by day.
In the middle of the night,
my garden is in full swing.
The Blue Bells are swaying,
ringing their bells to the beat.
The big full white moon,
starts out singing a lullaby.
Butterflies are coming to this musical party,
they are dressed in their finest colorful wings.
In the middle of the night,
when I am fast a sleep.
The beautiful butterflies dance from flower to flower,
dancing as the big full white moon is singing along.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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