Butterfly Lawn (Poem)

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The sky suddenly turned dark gray.

Before her blue eyes adjusted to the gloom of the day,

A wind gust threw her on the ground,

Where what’s left of her was trampled by the rain.

Fearfully, she was growing up.

Her butterfly lawn was replaced,

By a roaring river.

Against which her strokes were mostly powerless.

She tried really hard not to sink.

But as she finally gave in,

Surrendered to the scary stream,

There was the yellow butterfly,

Before her slightly frightened eyes.

Exactly, where it had to be.