Butterfly fields 🦋🍃🌼

Butterfly fields

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I took a walk one Summer's ‘eve

My thoughts were filled with gloom

My head full up with Melancholy

Under a balmy sun in June

The land she wore her mantle proud

Of vivid greens and gold

Buttercups peeked their yellow heads

Shining petals to unfold

And there amongst the grassy stalks

Both brown and lilac tipped

Flew a host of coloured butterflies

That flitted, darted, dipped

I watched them dance ‘round long stemmed grass

Then tuck their wings to hide

A foxglove bell served very well

to rest their heads inside

And I found myself in need to rest and sinking down to lie

When all at once upon my chest sat a painted butterfly

I dared not breathe nor speak a word

For fear that she'd depart

Her fluttering eyes of orange reds

Matched the beating of my heart

They say butterflies are messengers

And though their lives are brief

They seem to revel in each moment

No regrets, no angst, no grief

And in those moments I felt transformed

My head all filled with light

So I thanked my friend the butterfly

And let my shiny wings take flight

Áine McGarry 🌞