The passerine, the clouds, the umbriferous tree; Let's have a story, over blistering coffee!
Share with friendsThe rain to the wind said, “You push and I’ll pelt!” They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged – though not dead – I know how those flowers felt!
Then, finer than a Lady, Emerges in the spring! A Feather on each shoulder! You'd scarce recognize him! By Men, yclept Caterpillar! By me! But who am I, To tell the pretty secret Of the Butterfly!
The azure sky may seem unreal, Can even make you swoon. Don't get too close, For it changes color; From blue to bloody maroon!