By Fiona Cummings
A beautiful butterfly blew in my direction
Its paint like wings caught my attention
The brightest blue known to me
The gorgeous green I had ever seen
The orange too
These colours are just a few
As there were so many which mixed into one
How could such a fragile creature seam so strong
Perched pretty on a posy
Of perfect pinks so rosy
With the sun glistening down
To all that was
around
My mind has took a picture
Of a creature without a sound
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