I always like to see, butterflies flying so gracefully.
Lingering on flower beds, and sucking sweet nectar from their juicy heads.
Up in the air to fly away, as they flap soft delicate winds on windy air,
A nourishing a flourishing one flower after another,
with delicate sways, and antenna in high air,
they will be flying, and on flowers, you will see them hovering.
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