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| BUTTERFLIES |
| As in seasons, all things change,
The shifts in life are rearranged. We quite can't understand it's demise, But in life there are always whys. The beautiful butterflies start in spring, And by the end of summer, anew it brings. The cycles of it's life are over and gone, But on the horizon Fall comes along. Butterflies are so beautiful to me, The flits and flutters I love to see. I could stand for hours among a bed, Of flowers surrounded while being fed. The lovely vision upon my view, Brings back memories of things anew. A beautiful baby smiles and plays, As butterflies fly around in such array. The gardens of irises in early spring, Give flight to memories of so many things. Of visits with Grandma Nora so sweet, Without the butterflies seems incomplete. The toddler days of my grandkids, Who would chase them, until they hid. Amongst the blossoms oh so secure, Even though the chaser was so pure. The most beautiful site I have ever seen, Are the butterflies that come in Spring. Some linger on until the heat comes along, If they sang, I know I could still hear their songs. "Come away, Come Away with me, And I will sing until the darkness be. But I must go until next time, When I will bring you joy sublime. " © Shy Barr June 07, 2003 Revised September 07, 2007 SONG OF SOLOMON 1: 12 The Flowers appear on the earth; and the time of the singing of birds has come and turtledove is heard in our land. |
