Birds flutter by,
I stare at the puffy white clouds,
Making all different shapes out of them with my mind.
My thumb is stroking a piece of grass,
Softly,
Tenderly.
I wish I knew where the clouds went after they passed over my head.
Perhaps I could fly with them some day, staring down at the world below.
I smile at the thought, feeling a petal in my hand as I look down, seeing a small pale pink flower between my two fingers, and I let it go.
"Hello there." I whisper softly, smiling down at the flower as a butterfly lands on the back of my hand.
I lift my hand up to examine it, my smile widening as it flaps it's wings.
I wish that perhaps this small period of time could last forever,
So that I could sit here, frozen in time holding the beautiful butterfly in my hand.
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