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SEASONS CHANGE
What happened to the butterfly
That once came out to play
Her wings they withered in the cold
And took her flight away
Away from all the flowers
And the sun filled garden row
The plants where she would flutter round
A place she liked to go
Showed her beauty in its splendour
Caught the sunshine through her wings
Inhaled all of its majesty
Surrounded by wonderful things
But the snow it set in fast
When it started out one day
The bitter chill of winter
Took out the sun’s strong ray
Mr Frost came with a vengeance
And the flowers grew no more
Replaced by prickly hedgerows
And a harsh white covered floor
Now the butterfly was stranded
Didn’t quite know what to do
With her wings so cold and helpless
Now a deeper shade of blue
So sad that she no longer
Had the sunshine in her gaze
She curled up in a crumpled ball
Sleep, now left her in a haze
The butterfly was giving up
What had happened to her fight?
Although considered fragile
She lived life with all her might
Then a funny thing did happen
A little creature from the ground
Came scuttling up beside her
Hardly made a single sound
“What’s the matter” asked the ant
As he saw her awful plight
“What happened to your spirit?”
“Why you giving up the fight?”
“There’s no point in living anymore
I no longer have the sun!
What’s the point in being here
When I’m no longer having fun?”
“Well,” the ant he made a valid point
And this she did agree
“There’s fun to be had in everything
You’ve just got to open your mind and see!”
So the butterfly unfurled her wings
And took a peek around
It wasn’t quite as cold as she’d thought
When she flew above the ground
Then she saw a sudden twinkle
From the snowflakes on the grass
The winter sun was shining down
She could feel her sadness pass
“Well thank you ant, I guess your right
I shouldn’t be afraid
This is a place I’ve always known
It’s just differently displayed!”
And as she spread her wings right out
She fluttered away the pain
Didn’t mind so much the snow had come
And no longer feared the rain ........
That once came out to play
Her wings they withered in the cold
And took her flight away
Away from all the flowers
And the sun filled garden row
The plants where she would flutter round
A place she liked to go
Showed her beauty in its splendour
Caught the sunshine through her wings
Inhaled all of its majesty
Surrounded by wonderful things
But the snow it set in fast
When it started out one day
The bitter chill of winter
Took out the sun’s strong ray
Mr Frost came with a vengeance
And the flowers grew no more
Replaced by prickly hedgerows
And a harsh white covered floor
Now the butterfly was stranded
Didn’t quite know what to do
With her wings so cold and helpless
Now a deeper shade of blue
So sad that she no longer
Had the sunshine in her gaze
She curled up in a crumpled ball
Sleep, now left her in a haze
The butterfly was giving up
What had happened to her fight?
Although considered fragile
She lived life with all her might
Then a funny thing did happen
A little creature from the ground
Came scuttling up beside her
Hardly made a single sound
“What’s the matter” asked the ant
As he saw her awful plight
“What happened to your spirit?”
“Why you giving up the fight?”
“There’s no point in living anymore
I no longer have the sun!
What’s the point in being here
When I’m no longer having fun?”
“Well,” the ant he made a valid point
And this she did agree
“There’s fun to be had in everything
You’ve just got to open your mind and see!”
So the butterfly unfurled her wings
And took a peek around
It wasn’t quite as cold as she’d thought
When she flew above the ground
Then she saw a sudden twinkle
From the snowflakes on the grass
The winter sun was shining down
She could feel her sadness pass
“Well thank you ant, I guess your right
I shouldn’t be afraid
This is a place I’ve always known
It’s just differently displayed!”
And as she spread her wings right out
She fluttered away the pain
Didn’t mind so much the snow had come
And no longer feared the rain ........
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