June

How a Butterfly FliesDelicate wings Little feet Floating though The windHow a Butterfly Flies
Powdered wings
Little feelers Sailing though The clear
Bright wings Little eyes Flying though The air
Small wings
Little body Bouncing though The gusts


Through Your DreamsTo live in a world of fantasy Beneath a clear blue sky Beyond a land of reason The place where dreams come aliveThrough Your Dreams
Meander with the river Breeze though the trees Whisper with the wind And sail the seven seas
Grow wings and take flight Above the world you know See your imagination A thousand feet below
Cool wind whips your face Dry, chapped lips smile Red nose sniffles But tissues can wait awhile
Through the white clouds High above the green The corners of your mind Open and serene
Up up and a
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