Butterfly

I saw some butterflies flutter by
They make my garden come alive
They light on the pansies and the petunias too
Then flutter on in a second or two
Oh pretty butterfly
Your iridescent wings in many hues
Attract my attention to you
Oh pretty butterfly
Gone is the summer and the butterfly too
I wonder where they have gone, don't you?
But I know they will come back next
summer to flutter in my garden anew.

by Evelyn Gillies

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That's nice, you replicated beauty using the greatest descriptor of love; Butterfly.