Emerging from your sheltered womb, a rainbow dipped in dreams,
you spread your wings of colored silk.
A creature so lovely, so delicate and new..A living, stained glass window.
Floating freely, newborn and gleaming, flowers lift their faces and greet you with a kiss.
Flutterby, oh butterfly, on powdered wings of gold. Lifting gently with the breeze, gossimar wings float through the trees.
The new dawn awaits. Come into my garden, just float over the wall. See all of the flowers I've grown for you all! A garden of bliss! All waiting to greet you, a butterflies kiss.
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