I watch the butterfly
Flitting from flower
To flower fluttering
Its wings incessantly
In the early morning
And dew drops hang
On grasses and leaves
And simmer slowly
I watch the cotton
Clouds move past
The land and water
Towards the horizon
Sitting under a tree I
Enjoy the cool wind
Against my face as it
Flows in the early morn
Lovely description of a morning. It is the most beautiful time of the day. A calm morning makes for a perfect day.
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It's a fancy to watch butterflies of various colours fluttering around, the gleam of dew drops hanging on grass blades, moving clouds, in changing shapes, towarsd the horizon hurriedly across vast land scapes and so on. It is dear to an innocent and imaculate mind. Thank you dear AKP. Top grade