Buttercups fill the dew drenched ground,
Happiness here is always found,
In fields of green neath skies of blue,
The finest days are being with you.
Upon the branch the robin sits,
The beautiful butterfly softly flits,
From flower to flower,
Such beauty it holds,
As he graces the buttercups,
Of colourful gold.
Here in the splendour of nature I love,
The brightest sun,
It shines from above,
I can't think of no better place to be,
For i am with you,
And you are with me.
Jayne Louise Davies
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