Butterflies here and there
Flutter fast and slow through the air
Serene, beautiful, not a sound
Breaks the silence all around
The air smells of air after it rains
Butterflies feasting on nectar and pollen grains
In the beautiful, otherworldly garden
Slim, childish shoots become trees and harden
However, outside, folks are woefully ignorant
Of this little clearing's flowers, silence, and scent
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