My Cherokee Butterfly, fluttering by with the newborn fairies on top of the morning glories to hear grand stories from the wise old oaks a giggling spree at the ladybug tea over the hilarious joke that a bullfrog croaked. My Cherokee Butterfly, radiating beauty divine marching in line with the military ants watching ponies prance to the beat of the bunnies'  thump-thumps on the bongo drum humming along at Lilly's pad as the koi listen below. My Cherokee Butterfly, honeysuckle breezes tickle your wings over the silly things that bumblebees buzz iridescent dragonflies racing by trying to beat the june bugs home twirling,tapping, dancing with a millipede across polished stones. My Cherokee Butterfly, the crickets begin their lullaby as the sunset paints your picture in the ponds’ ripples and folds the lotus bends and kisses you goodnight sweet dreams my butterfly of what tomorrow can hold.