You wake up at the dawning

On the wings of the rememberance of a butterfly.

And there you spy

The fragrance of the morning flowers

Openings their petals

To the warmth of the rising sun

Colours igniting the sky

When they comes to full bloom

In you’ll float quickly

And then you’ll dart and zoom

Because only for one, is there room.

There’s other’s out trying to get to the nectar first

Yet you love that first virgin thirst

You’ll savor every drop

Till that bumble bee barges in to make you stop

You’ll just float away

It’s just the start of a new day

You’re out early enough

There’s plenty others around

More than enough

This time of the morning

Nothing to rough.

The bluebirds are pulling out the worms

The refuge has brought out the germs

That bring in the flies.

And the toads and frogs get their full.

The night creatures tuck away

It’s the start of a new day.

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You wake up at the dawning

On the wings of a butterfly

And there you spy

The fragrance of the morning flowers

Openings it’s petals

To the warmth of the sun

Igniting the sky.

Her memories grow stronger

You pray and wonder

You sense it won’t be much longer

Life is a vapor

And soon before you know it – you’ll see her. . . . .

Chasing those morning butterflies.

Early, she did always like to rise.

DWB©2009