June's turmoil gives off Butterflies playing with fire "The fluttering beads With their winged leader.

A June evening will lure the nets
with the glow of honey, the flickering of butterflies, and the wind folded their wings
over the fragrant meadows.they will come to all the houses in the afternoons and evenings to try to scare the children and elders, for many are afraid of them. I love and care for them very much.

The butterflies laugh like mad,
"The sweet darlings of the dear darlings, In a black and orange pile full of pollen they eat or delight in it, As if it were a drug that fills them with ecstasy as they smell or taste it every day. That they can or enjoy.

June's turmoil gives off
Butterflies playing with fire
"The fluttering beads
With their winged leader. So they say and tell stories that they fly with a Queen, but the ones I've seen and had are always alone. As they gather pollen and carry it away I don't know if it's true or part of history.

And he takes his horde of schoolchildren with him,
Fragile, unthinking, unwilling,
The wind that comes through life.
And is gone little by little as words are carried away by the wind, So were my butterflies seen this week. Each week I will bring you some for your faithful lovers and friends like me who like them.

Among the flowers and lush grasses,
Under the purity of the azure vault,
"Here, like a butterfly, it has become...in the cocoon it should not have grown or developed into, The whim of nature allows it. To be what it should have been is its destiny to be a great butterfly most beautiful of all.

Photos of my authorship.