The sun spoke softly to the seagulls one evening
On it's way to the sea
It whispered the secret to the butterfly, then told him to seek out me
And early morning sunshine woke me and led me out
A perfect day for wildflowers, and the butterflies they brought out
He landed on my finger and I felt him walk around
I held out my finger and gave him a lift down
He told me a secret that only the sun, the seagull, him and I know
And then he flitted and flew off
To wherever butterflies go.
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