The butterfly is like a flower
which moves its station every hour.
Oh,happy is he on the wing.
The vision makes me quick to sing.
The flower is open in the sun,
And to its heart, true love shall come.
The bees shall feast and fly replete
With nectar they are now full sweet.
I sing of colour and of love;
Blessings that rain down from above.
I wish to be a flower too.
Ah,that the bee could but be you.
I sing of colour
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This makes me very happy – thank you – Janet. 🙂 xx
How wonderful to make you happy,Janet.xxxxx
Thinking of you this weekend..hope you are keeping warm and using this indoors time to do lots of writing and drawing….and just being, of course. Sending love…janet. xxxx
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It might be the time to finish some knitting and watching an old film as it#s really cold.I hope you have a good weekend though I know you will be grieving still.Just being with a friend is nice at these times.:)xxxxx
Thank you dear Katherine….sending love to you….Janet. xxx