Butterflies And Summer Days.

Sometimes,  the smallest, most perfect moments

are right underneath our noses.

Getting there can be as easy as opening the back door

And stepping outside into a world that’s always been there.

As long as we’ve paid attention.

As long as we’ve taken care of it.

I worry that it won’t always be as easy as this.

That there will come a time when I’ll step out that back door and there will be no butterflies.

That the flush of a summer’s day will be lost.

And,  that the only way I’ll get it back will be from a wing and a prayer.   [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]

 

 

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