Lonely Butterfly 

 

Listen 

Do your hear it 

The sound of wind rushing in 

Winter is on it's way 

 

with the clouds of Gray 

The buttress colors of summer fads 

I hide my heart in rain showers 

 

the Flowers in my garden are faded 

They looks almost as lonely as I 

The beauty of true clarity have succeeded 

 

The veils of ones true colors wove the sea 

Frost bitten blossoms in a envious eyes 

Lost puzzled and all alone 

 

Cold as stone in my home 

I am a Lonely Butterfly ready to fly on high 

I fly around in the dark world I live 

To find my shining spot of true Love to Live .

 

Lilly Emery