a single part of nature's wondrous sights.
In flower filled meadows the grass so green;
sunlight upon fluttering wings, pristine.
Her colors are a festival of lights,
never will you be left feeling forlorn.
A monarch resplendent; she is serene,
the butterfly in winged flight, a queen.
The flower filled gardens she does adorn,
carrying one's senses to endless heights.
Beneath powder blue skies in air so clean,
the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.
Having no remorse for thoughts she incites,
through the butterfly I will be reborn.
Joyce Le Lievre
sunny day
© Joyce A. Le Lievre, All rights reserved
July 22, 2009




I'm glad you picked up the gauntlet of my challenge.





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