The Butterfly and the Flower
A butterfly,
It spreads its little wings and flies,
When all of a sudden,
It's caught in the twinkle of a moment,
by a delightful blossoming flower,
this gorgeous colored beauty,
blue, purple, and orange,
no it did not trap the free butterfly.
This flower, it merely,
Captivated,
This young, fluttery, butterfly.
The flower a constant nutrition,
The butterfly always taking,
wondering how to thank the flower.
The bees,
they come around the butterfly and flower,
bees,
taking the nutrition that the butterfly,
so very much wanted.
the bees,
stinging the butterfly,
the butterfly.
The bees, the bees.
Their purpose soon known,
They pollinate the flower,
and befriend the butterfly.
The butterfly.
The butterfly flies to that flower,
everyday.
The butterfly,
The butterfly never leaves that flower.
The flower,
so strong and tall,
so giving of it's wonderful aroma,
so welcoming to a small, baby, butterfly.
The butterfly and the flower.
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