Flutter by, butterfly,Don't zip or zingFloat on the breezes;Don't bite or stingFlutter by, butterfly Song of the springSit on a wildflower,Make my heart sing.

Primroses fragile and softFlutter in the spring breezeSwallow sunshineFrom the blue sky Collected in pink vellum cups,Sip liquid life up stems Like green soda straws From the fresh soil

Eyes still closed and blindHelpless, hopeless, exceptFor a parent's tender careGuarding, feeding, staying near.They wait— these five hungry babiesWait, wait, for each movement aboveFor their needs to be met, trustWait, trust, wait, trust.