[Soaring Feather]

Good morning everyone.




To A Butterfly
By William Wordsworth


I'VE watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!---not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again !


This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wing when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

[tomkow6]

Good morning,

Ms Feather!

 

[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather. How is your day so far?

[Lady Jag]

On The Wings Of A Butterfly

Your friendship is special Like the flowers that bloom, Or when a butterfly emerges From within its cocoon... You remind me of that butterfly, Loving and free, Bright and colorful, For the world to see... We will share sunshine and rainbows; Sometimes, the rain and the snow; We'll stand together through it, While the cold winds blow... When the time is right, We won't stop to ask 'Why? ' Our friendship will take flight On the wings of a butterfly... Ruth warren