I gazed upon the butterfly,
Drifting in the breeze,
Come a little closer,
Your beauty's here to please,
And then that little butterfly,
Landed next to me,
Upon the precious rose buds,
It's splendour plain to see,
Oh pretty little butterfly,
Where are you heading to?
Will you grace the flowers,
Blessed with morning dew?
And in that moment off it flew,
Away to pastures green,
That pretty little butterfly,
Come back some day to me.
Jayne Louise Davies
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