flight of the butterfly, rising free
Warm and present aftertaste
Bitter and pure black heat
Feeling the drifting notes
Of a distant song’s subtle beat
A bluebird was singing to you yesterday
Of wonder, merriment, laughter and play
skipping through clovers, we found a big tree
Listened to the wind as it blew on the leaves
Aroma of daisies and fresh grass with dew
Another pleasing moment, sharing with you