Butterfly

The butterfly,with such coloured wing,and graceful flight,
Flits gracefully, to each flower, alight,
And feeds upon its nectar there,
It's grace and lightness through the air,
With gossamer like wing, is spanned,
And flutters to your waiting hand,
It brings a hope, a message clear,
That when your problems heads they rear,
Close your eyes and fly away,
And then,maybe, some other day,
Your mind can too,be free of fear,
And, your heart, be full of cheer,
And when a day comes ,like you said,
With dreads of getting out of bed,
Close your eyes,drift away,
To fields of freshly, new mown hay,
The scent of lavender, so sweet,
And visions of a love to meet,
For you must know,what angels know,
And feel a quiet and heavenly glow.

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