Untitled II

Untitled II

How doth this tiny creature
know my name?
And, speak
so simply
on things
most can not explain.
Then gentle breezes
sweep away our cares.
There, it is
to see us
through the years.
How lightly it
doth flutter in
our dreams.
Awaken now
to find
exactly what
you please.

Danielle Shaeffer