I’ve watched you for a full half
hour self poised upon
that yellow flower and little butterfly ineed
iknow not if you sleep of food
how motinless not rozen seas
more motionlees and then
what joy owaits you awaits you
when the breeze has found you out
among the tree and cell you forth agin
this plot of archard ground is ours
my tree they are my sister flower
here rest your wing when they are
weary here lodge as in a sanctary
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