Poetryblooms

 Poem New year  The evening looks brighter  The moon appears in glee  The stars shine down  Angels appear to sing  It is a prominent evening  It is the new year eve With the new year coming  Taking to newer ideas fresh And happy thoughts from the beginning  Of the new year to begin.

 Poem The butterfly  In the flowers in the bushes  Is the butterfly perched up  Swaying it's colourful wings  And flying to the rhythm of the winds Higher and higher in the gale Taking the vision of soul high up  Where the light of heaven is close  Swaying to the rhythm of God  Taking the soul to the angels True to call  the butterfly  The beautiful winged creation.