I leaned against the old tree trunk,
and much to my surprise,
A butterfly sat on my arm --
such beauty in my eyes!

I didn't move-- sat very still --
and marvelled in my glee,
That with all the flowers in the yard,
this gem had chosen me!

I didn't move-- sat very still --
and marvelled in my glee,
That with all the flowers in the yard,
this gem had chosen me!

The intricate pattern of orange and black;
the undiscernibly touch;
It's beauty was beyond compare, and I
treasure this moment so much.

Finally, the time had come,
And the butterfly took its leave,
But the joy this encounter brought to me
I still cannot believe!

~ Anon ~

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