Away With Worry: Summer Of The Butterfly
Angela Black writers about a delight which lasts but a day.
Some are coloured, some are white
They skim the lawns to our delight
The flower beds, like the bees
No, these fly high above roof and trees
They are dainty, they look frail
But they weather the rain,sometimes hail
They're silent, industrious. sip nectar from flowers
But where do they go when it rains and showers?
Their life but a day we are told
In this summer of the butterfly
A joy to behold
Gracefully the butterfly silently flutters by.
