Sunday, November 2, 2008

Butterfly


(An Acrostic Poem)

Beautiful butterflies, flying so high
Under you is the trees and sky
The flowers you rest on, shining so bright
They open in the morning, close at night
Every day, I see butterflies
Resting in the sun or flying up high
For, every day, I see butterflies
Listening to the night with fireflies
You fly in the morning, rest at night.

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