My Butterfly Friend...
Quiet little wings
brush soft kisses on my cheek
telling me "hello."
The small winged thing,
fluttering back and forth now,
asking me to play.
So I laugh and chase,
running after it through fields
of wildgrass and wheat.
The wind blows, and me
and my butterfly friend go
through a golden sea.
But then my friend goes,
flying high, caught in the wind,
and then Im alone...
'Til I see flowers,
with little bitty buggies...
And then I'm happy.
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