These colorful bugs that fly
Low in the summer sky
And flies above children in the morning’s light
That shows there colored wings
To those that see the child inside
Then fly to that meadow
Where we wish to fly with the artistic flyers of the sky
And grow our wings then fly in the summer set meadow sky
To see all my fellow flyers of the sky
And spread these new found wings in the meadows hills
Where we all with different colored wings my fly
With no doubt that these wings of mine can fly into a summer’s setting sky
nick trager
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