Copyright @ 2004 Brian D Roberts, Pen Name Is; Lark Douglas
Among The Blossoms Of Flowers Nestled Deeply In Their Womb.
Lay The Seeds Of Life, and Happiness Upon The Meadows Bloom.
In Beauty There Is An Echo Calling Sweetly To The Sky.
Oh Come Now Pretty Butterfly, Will you Please Come Fluttering By.
I Have Some Golden Nectar, and A Sweet Elusive Scent,
And If You'll Only Come To Me; Your Time Will Well Be Spent.
So Watch The Wings Of Color As They Make Their Charming Decent,
and Then From Flower To Flower As If From Heaven Sent.
I See You Little Butterfly, and Praise The Lord For You.
For Without Your Daily Chore that You Do;
All Beauty Would Fade From The Fields.
Then My Heart Would Rip In Two, and For The Loss Of Such Exquisiteness
My Eyes Are Truly Wet. So My Friendly Butterfly Don't Fly Away Too Far.
The Souls, and Dreams Of Flowers Are Locked Within Your Heart.
Beauty Unto Loveliness As If They Were A Start.
I Hope This Peaceful Scene Has Entered To Your Dreams,
and Brought You That Touch Of Loveliness That On The Meadow Is Seen.