Butterfly
Time for the flowers to bloom.
And the plants to gloom.
Soon the trees will color.
Hopefully people will smile at one another.
Nothing will encumber this spring.
This nature will cling to our eyes like water swimming in a cup.
But do not forget this will surly change.
Only to bring a different type of beauty.
So sit and watch as life flows and glows.
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drdreya32posted on 03/18/2008
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