It was a sunny day
Pretty flowers blooming and a beauty breeze blowing.
Flying from flower to flower insearch of
precious lustrous nectar I was.
This is my life
A life of a butterfly
Flying from here to there and
Feeding myself.
Can I be your friend
One day I asked from a flower in the end
A nod against the wind was all I received.
Heavy breeze swept the leaves one day
And gushed my poor wings away
I fell on the leaf bed on the ground
I tried I couldn't fly,
That pretty flower gave another nod
Again against the wind.
1 comment:
Nice flow...
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