She runs wildly, excited about the possibilities
Daisies with their center like a bright golden sun
The breeze blowing as she sprints after her prize
Net in hand, she knows she will catch the butterflies
Weaving through the daisies and oaks in the field
Thier vivid color, pattern of flight. She dreams.
Breathing becomes heavy as she chases mightily
Like a lion hunting its prey, she knows what this catch will yield.
It's watery blue wings begin to disappear
Saddened, she returns home. Head dropped low
After the long chase, she feels saddened; hopeless
But as she set sobbing, beauty with aqua wings on her arm did appear.
Breck
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