"..Open rebuke is better than love carefully concealed.." Proverbs 27:5

My butterfly

On gossamer wings you glide,
My beautiful

I am...
I am bright and graceful
I wonder what it would be like to walk
I hear the wind howling
I see the blooming flowers that

The butterflies dazzle

They never lose their petals;
They sing over the meadows
Where orange bees mope.

Their yellow grows

If I could be a butterfly
With wings of dusty, butter gold
And sunset orange, white and black
I would float along on a breeze
And

Flitter, flutter, a wisp on a stem
Such a magnificent, decorative little gem
Fitting in, with all that lies beneath
A kaleidoscopic