Butterfly ripples through water and wind fluttering petals, whispering wings. Words swing 'round trees carried in a breeze of butterfly ripples so do as you please. But don't taunt their song of water and wind: to it they belong and so they will sing. Butterfly ripples, through willow and bough, 'round flo'er of fancy o'er mountains and snow. Hold butterfly ripples safe in your hands listen to their song, and try to understand. *- This is my second collection of poetry. My first is "Parts of Me", if you want to check it out -*
50 parts