RonBee
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Butterfly
The sun glistens off of the drops of dew
On the blades of grass.
I sun myself, feeling
The warmth on my skin,
Feeling my juices flowing
As I get ready to fly.
I turn and I run into the wind.
I spread my wings. Like a butterfly.
I leap and I am airborne,
Soaring thru the sky.
Soon I am soaring over the rooftops
Flying thru the sunrays,
Floating on the wind.
12/30/98
The sun glistens off of the drops of dew
On the blades of grass.
I sun myself, feeling
The warmth on my skin,
Feeling my juices flowing
As I get ready to fly.
I turn and I run into the wind.
I spread my wings. Like a butterfly.
I leap and I am airborne,
Soaring thru the sky.
Soon I am soaring over the rooftops
Flying thru the sunrays,
Floating on the wind.
12/30/98