Poetry

Flight of the Butterflies (#308)

Burst into Butterflies,
Right there before my very eyes,
Flight and fancy flutter up from the ground,
Dancing rainbows all around,
From a still almost painted scene,
Straight from a painter’s wildest dream,
Floating brush strokes all in the sky,
Some dive and dart others glide by,
A gentle breeze mixes the colors before me,
Into the wondrous mixtures that I am blessed to see,
Beams of sunlight pierce the painted sky,
To exclaim the beauty, I couldn’t bear to try,
Suddenly, as quick as it began,
The sky was still, and the colors returned to the land,

Any Thoughts?

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