I like to sit & admire the floating butterfly
Her wings she gently flutters
With love the flowers she springs
I like to sit & smell the blossoming rose
Her sepals, her petals, she gracefully blooms
To paint the world with her beauty over
I like to sit & listen to the sparrow
Her tune she vividly composes
Her song so sweet she chirps
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