Oh Wings-

To A Butterfly
"I'VE watched you now a full half-hour;
         Self-poised upon that yellow flower
         And, little Butterfly! indeed
         I know not if you sleep or feed.
         How motionless!--not frozen seas
         More motionless! and then
         What joy awaits you, when the breeze
         Hath found you out among the trees,
         And calls you forth again!

         This plot of orchard-ground is ours;                        

         My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
         Here rest your wings when they are weary;
         Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
         Come often to us, fear no wrong;
         Sit near us on the bough!
         We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
         And summer days, when we were young;
         Sweet childish days, that were as long
         As twenty days are now."  -1801 William Wordsworth
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Thank you all for such inspiring stock!
You make a huge contribution with your wonderful resources.
Be Blessed.