and butterflies

Grass. And trees. And butterflies.

A sky so blue, it looks like the ones you’d see in picture books.

And butterflies.

A family of birds, riding the winds, serenading the valley from dawn till dusk.

And butterflies.

Rabbits, brown and black, white and grey. Spotted, speckled, striped.

Clovers and dandelions and clovers and

butterflies.

The rabbits, they multiply, divide and conquer. 

They down the bountiful clovers, the dandelions and the clovers. 

They live and they die and over again. 

Rabbits and butterflies.

Author's Note

My motivation for writing is to build on stories that I've been making up for years, while also improving my style and ability. Reviews are welcome and appreciated greatly, as long as they are constructive. Please be mindful of how you word your replies, and please remember that anyone can see your reviews. I would really prefer for this to remain a space of encouragement and creativity. Thank you!