A Butterfly I See Poem by Peter S. Quinn

A butterfly I see
On a bloom blossom
Flying on so free
Oh how life is osome
Making life an art
Soon there will be spring
Nature in its start
With the birds to sing

Yesterday was cold
In its whitish fold
Rain is now falling
Seeds from earth calling
In its clear drops
Until winter stops

Life is full of turns
Coming here and giving
Habitats and learns
Day to day living
Love in lives clouds
Singing freshly ways
Streets of many crowds
In its coming days

Refrain:
Yesterday was cold
In its whitish fold
Rain is now falling
Seeds from earth calling
In its clear drops
Until winter stops