Peacefully flying high up in the sky
Seeming to whisper a slow and sweet song
As the flutter their wings as they go by.
Compared to a beautiful bright red rose
Petals unfolding opening to May
Seeking the sunshine as gentle breeze blows
So too the butterfly flying its way.
After a long time the powdery wings
Grow weary and tired needing some rest
The movement of beating no longer sings
After all that work it was for the best.
The weary butterfly settles on down
For the day has ended without a frown.
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