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As the days get longer
As the days get longer,
I can smell the breeze of spring.
As the days get longer,
I look forward to the garden,
bright colors all around,
clean air can only be found.
As the days get longer,
the creatures start to wander.
As the days get longer,
I sit in my garden and ponder.
I look at the butterfly,so blue and new this day,
his wings spread so freely by,
as he swings by and by,
in the wind the Lord sends his way,
to carry him day to day.
As the days get longer,
I think of the butterfly so deep in its touch,
how it touches our hearts like a whisper from
heaven saying I just love you so much.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
2-22-04
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