In a dream, I heard a song,
From the roots of trees to their arms,
I had heard a dozen choirs, but none as strong,
And none with quite as much charm.
To the birds that touched my soul with sweet melodies,
It aches my heart greatly to think,
With the endless amount of possibilities,
How could we destroy such a beautiful thing?
The flowers around me danced in many motions,
The birds told me of the secret butterfly whisper,
It made me sad when my eyes opened,
Because it all disappeared.
When Spring comes, she goes out at noon,
When the butterflies come out and the flowers blossom,
To gather her mother the prettiest flowers to bloom,
She smelled the flower and tried to pick it from the bottom.
When I saw this, I told her that she must not,
That she will destroy the beauty that was once there,
I then asked her how many she's got,
And explained to her that even 2 is unfair.
As she smiled at me, a butterfly neared the trunk of a tree,
And I told her "don't tell anyone I told you,
I had a dream, a bird once told told me,
If you whisper your wish to a butterfly, it will come true."
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My Poetry
PuisiThese are my poems. I'd appreciate it if you didn't steal any of them because they're very personal. That's pretty much it. I hope you guys like them.
