The Butterfly
The butterfly rises and dips
On the currents he makes his trips.
...
Snow is falling all around
like the shaking from a heavenly sieve while
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
...
Sitting here in my cocoon
of warmth and coziness,
dreaming how it will
be when the snow
...
The sky dons a heavy grey garment
over the cherry tree whose branches
hang so gracefully.
A gown of pale pink blossoms
...
My passion is writing. I like to express myself in this manner. (My genre is Poetry and short novels; this includes children's stories) .)
The Butterfly
The Butterfly
The butterfly rises and dips
On the currents he makes his trips.
She stops awhile, nectar she sips.
My blest heart skips, my blest heart skips.
Her colors are stunning to me
A beautiful array to see
Colorful wings with which to flee
Up in a tree, up in a tree.
A social butterfly is she
As she flits here and there with glee
Carrying a small cup of tea
A sight to see, a sight to see..
The butterfly symbol is one
for happiness and true love won.
Observe the butterfly has come
Be still don’t run, be still don’t run!
(Style - Monotetra)