- Dancing With Butterflies
Late in the evening on yesterday
I ran in the warm air with fireflies
And danced I did with butterflies.
The grass was cool under my bare feet
And the smell of flowers and trees mingled to make the air sweet.
And so I ran and danced
And running I fluttered and flapped my arms and skipped as if
I too could fly
Lifting my feet with a jump from the ground
But was it gravity or lack of belief that brought me back down?
And as the sunset
Closing one more day
The man woke in the morning
Remembering the boy
The child at play.
And it does seem like late in the evening
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