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From The Aid Of Butterflies!Copyright @ 2004 Brian D Roberts 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 For You, A Sweet Elusive Scent; If You'll Only Come To Me, Your Time Will Be Well Spent. So Watch The Wings Of Color As They Make Their Charming Decent; Then From Flower To Flower As If From Heaven Sent. I See You A Little Butterfly; Then Praise The Lord For You. For Without Your Daily Chore You Do; All Beauty Soon Fade From View. Then My Heart Would Rip In Too; My Tears Would Surly Flow. So My Friendly Butterfly Don't Go To Away To Far; For We Need You On These Fields Here, To Make Our Flowers Gay. These Souls, and Dreams Of Flowers Are Locked Within Your Heart; They Have Seen You Coming From A Distance, and Have Formed A Great Big Smile. Such Beauty Unto Loveliness As If They Were A Start; The Flowers Of The Meadow Have Touched Your Awesome Heart. I Can Hope This Peaceful Scene Has Entered Unto Your Dreams, and Brought You That Touch Of Loveliness That On The Meadow Is Seen. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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