As Free As A Butterfly Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

When the sun is shining,
Over pastures green,
I remember summertime,
The best there's ever been.

When daisies filled the roaming fields,
When butterflies flew free,
Oh how i do remember,
Those memories, of you and me.

And still i hear those pleasant sounds,
Of birds amongst the trees,
The lovely scent of summer,
Came drifting with the breeze.

When the sun is shining,
Those days are calling me,
Back to youth and childhood,
As happy as can be.


Jayne Louise Davies