One beautiful morning
One colourful butterfly
Flew to my peaceful garden
I trotted like old age on a woman
My steps of care guided
It pledged peace to be
Perching on the small white
Flowers of a hawthorn
Flapping its Wings
Gently suckling from the cups
Hawthorn bore on his head
What a beautiful day!
O' colourful butterfly
Give me your pink, yellow and black hues
That my shirt be made
Give me your serene Wings
So that I may fluffy fly
Kiss me with your
Stretching suckling lips
For I too will eat the sweet meal
Created by hawthorn your chef.
O' beautiful butterfly
Your flight as peaceful
As your Wings
Fly to me and give me peace.
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