A child watches the flutter-bye gliding.
It is as light as a dandy-lion puff flying.
Its wings rapidly flutter in the summer air.
Fragile wings flap as a synchronized pair.
The flutter-bye is passing nearby for a minute.
It comes to visit briefly; it has a time limit.
It continues on its way with patterned wings.
Wind chimes sway gently as a melody rings.
The scent of flowers blooming is enthralling.
The gentle raindrops have started falling.
Solitary flutter-bye, please have a safe flight.
You brought happiness and gave visual delight.
Your verse has taken to my school days when we used to enjoy the sight of a swarm of Flutter-bye. Well flowing write.
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fly fly fly the flutter-bye...yes, indeed, it's a delight to watch the flutter-bye gliding..my grandchildren and i used to watch many a flutter-bye at my backyard early in the morning..thanks for sharing..i loved the words you used..