| Butterflies Sunshine ever lingers
On the wild, bright butterflies...
Winging thither, here or there
Seldom closely floating by... See in distant splendor
Small yellow, black and orange wings
Fold, then push upon the breeze
Ahead of children following. Butterflies bring memories
Of long-past stilly days
When things were new and wonderful
Like the lovely rising sun's rays... At last, on flower alighting,
A lone butterfly sits resting...
I see a little sister reach
To try her luck at touching Those pretty, pretty silky wings...
Then, she wonders why it flies away,
Instead of staying
And playing all day! by Margaret Millet Tracycopyright © 2001 B. K. Tracy, INC |