Spring Time Divinity (or something)

A small, brisk breeze caresses my cheek

It wakes me from my slumber on the soft grass

I stay put, basking in the sun’s warmth and spring’s breath.

I roll over on my side and stare at the fluttering wings on a butterfly.

My eyes, open, are blinded by the glistening sun.

I sit up slowly, not wanting to leave my flowerbed.

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