Butterflies and Buttercups
The Green Green Grass
Oh What do I See
Green green grass, rolling hills asunder,
glorious days filled with wonder.
Treading the path of many before me
gazing the horizon of ones who adore me.
Friendship and love are ours to offer,
many so sad and are forbidden and suffer.
But taken out of context, can disaster avoid,
those hidden meanings, lovers destroyed.
Butter cups and daisies, along with the clover
compliment their world, the world over.
Mother and child, so warm and pure,
father's strength, a mother adores.
Companionship comes and goes,
but like the weather nobody knows.
What will befall you, love you my friend
Friendship, more than marriage, to the bitter end.
Now butterflies and buttercups, friends or foe?
beautifully growing, cocooned and so slow,
that one day a tremble can be heard as
butterfly boldy flying, wings of beautiful colours, never scared.
Butterfly remembers the friend he once knew,
the friend is his eye, not out of view,
for buttercup shared many a dance,
holding up butterfly, saving him from chance.
This green green grass of home, nurture and truth,
lasts a life time if left to grow, alone and with hoof.
These trodden, sodden blades of grass are content,
to keep the cows, lying flushed in soft lament.
Now think of your childhood, let you thoughts fly high,
comfort and nourishing food, with friends to try.
Loving nature as we know it best,
butterfly and buttercups, friends supported by zest.