Coppery and golden fields

With silver swirling clouds —

Perched upon the tallest blade of grass

Is a shimmery black butterfly.

A pretty penny

Plucked by the lucky someone —

She’s mighty in her

Flight, and

Rightly so.

She’s got a long way to go.



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