Secrets From The Sun Poem by moon dust

The sun spoke softly to the seagulls one evening
On it's way to the sea

It whispered the secret to the butterfly, then told him to seek out me

And early morning sunshine woke me and led me out

A perfect day for wildflowers, and the butterflies they brought out

He landed on my finger and I felt him walk around
I held out my finger and gave him a lift down

He told me a secret that only the sun, the seagull, him and I know

And then he flitted and flew off
To wherever butterflies go.