When dark clouds come you close your eyes
and hide away from butterflies
who like you do not like rain, and sometimes
think life is a pain
then the sun smiles, just for a while,
and you adjust your wee sundial
to open the door and remove your tether
at the slightest change in this chaotic weather
then once more you open your eyes
to be kissed by the sun and butterflies
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