Was it when the butterfly opened its wings?
or when the sunflower flashed its petals?
or when the marigold turned around?
My sorrows flew with the butterfly
melted in the sunflower
turned into rejoice with the marigold
Bright, sprightly and cheerful
feel them once
and you will feel no sorrow hence
Reblogged this on Ashlee Craft's Blog.
The opening questions set this up so beautifully….such a delicate poem
Glad to know that you enjoyed it and thank you very much for the comment 🙂