Flutterby the butterfly was just passing by
Considering the blueness of the bright azure sky
Day-dreaming of the shapes made
As she watched the clouds drift by
She flew across the poppy field
And mused upon their glory
Heard the rustling of the leaves
As they seemed to tell a story
Spied a dragonfly on the pond
Skim across the water
A deer, alert to every sound
Lovingly watch her daughter
Watched a bee collecting nectar
On this lazy summer's day
Working oh so hard
In her busy-buzzy way
Flutterby breathed a contented sigh
As she fluttered and swooped away
Until the dawn, 'twas the end
Of another fine summer's day
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