On hot field days they wave to the flowers,
And matching grasshoppers climb their stems,
As pink butterflies visit in the lazy hours,
While their sly namesake doesn't notice them!
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Your poem captures the beauty in a do serene and mesmering way as experienced by every creature. This is beautiful. These lines are beautiful. When beauty is spoken without a single word, Like a distant sound of summer night guitars.
Thank you so much for your words of delight. Your appreciation makes the effort worthwhile.
A magnificent depiction of the beauty of nature