I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dart and dance across the sky.
I hunt for nectar, and I wonder why
The flowers’ leaves are the same colour as my Wings;
but, wait, I hide and escape the eye
Of hungry hunting birds that are passing by.
Oh, what a clever leaf-green butterfly am I.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dart and dance across the sky.
I hunt for nectar, and I wonder why
The flowers’ leaves are the same colour as my Wings;
but, wait, I hide and escape the eye
Of hungry hunting birds that are passing by.
Oh, what a clever leaf-green butterfly am I.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the roseate sky.
On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of heaven’s breath I ride,
Searching flowers drenched in dew,
Columbine, buttercup, clover, rue,
Filled with nectar sweet to eat,
A sunset feast, a tasty treat.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the roseate sky.
On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of heaven’s breath I ride,
Searching flowers drenched in dew,
Columbine, buttercup, clover, rue,
Filled with nectar sweet to eat,
A sunset feast, a tasty treat.

On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of the coming storm I ride,
Searching for a sheltered place to hide,
Somewhere dry and warm inside.
The wind and rain are coming fast.
How long will this tempest last?
I will rest and escape the blast
Of the squall until it’s passed.

On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of the coming storm I ride,
Searching for a sheltered place to hide,
Somewhere dry and warm inside.
The wind and rain are coming fast.
How long will this tempest last?
I will rest and escape the blast
Of the squall until it’s passed.

On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of the coming storm I ride,
Searching for a sheltered place to hide,
Somewhere dry and warm inside.
The wind and rain are coming fast.
How long will this tempest last?
I will rest and escape the blast
Of the squall until it’s passed.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the lilac sky.
On currents of the wind I glide;
The gusts of heaven’s breath I ride,
Searching flowers drenched in dew,
Columbine, lavender, lupine, rue,
Filled with nectar sweet to eat,
A sunrise feast, a tasty treat.

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the sky.
I sulk and scowl and frown and sigh.
I hurl insults at passers by,
Who trample and spray toxins on all my
Fragrant flowers. How sad am I
When I have to watch them die.
I want answers. Why? Why? Why?

I flit. I flee. I fly, fly, fly, fly.
I dash and dance across the sky.
I sulk and scowl and frown and sigh.
I hurl insults at passers by,
Who trample and spray toxins on all my
Fragrant flowers. How sad am I
When I have to watch them die.
I want answers. Why? Why? Why?

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I’ll just whistle along in my finest haunting voice. Who knows, all this racket may even attract a few more of my friends, to gather together in your art?

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I’ll just breeze on in and ruffle a few Autumn leaves while I’m here! There’s really no need for those pesky tornados in your pet’s art, because I can gust up a fine leaf storm all on my own!

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I’ll just breeze on in and ruffle a few Autumn leaves while I’m here! There’s really no need for those pesky tornados in your pet’s art, because I can gust up a fine leaf storm all on my own!

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I do find endless blue skies quite boring! Especially in Winter. On the other hand, the delicate ice crystals that my chilling breath creates on your leafless plants and fallow lawns are a thing of real beauty, aren’t they? Especially when I allow old man sun to peek through and glint off their facets!

If April showers may come your way, I'm here to bring the flowers that bloom in May...Clouds don't always block out the sun, sometimes they filter it and create a miracle, something of incredible beauty... a reminder that when the sky looks stormy and things are at their bleakest, there may very well be a rainbow waiting for you on the other side.

Did I really hear somepet singing “there’s not a cloud in the sky”? Hmmmm. I can fix that! I do find endless blue skies quite boring! Especially in Summer. I am the breath behind the balmy Summer weather, as my faint breeze gently ruffles your hair and lifts a page of the book you are reading in the shade of that big old tree! And while you slumber, I will invite your curtains dance a slow dance across their windows, gently billowing, then silently falling back into place, again and again…

Have you ever wondered what happens deep inside the fog? These "mist-ical" little kitties form when the temperature and weather conditions are just right. And the thicker the fog the faster they multiply! These "mist-chievious" little creatures have a habit of sneaking up on you. You feel the chill of their breath on your neck and when you turn around these shy kitties quickly disappear into the fog. If you are patient enough you can eventually earn their trust and they will reward you with a chorus of their soft, rhythmic purrs within the mist.

Have you ever wondered what happens deep inside the fog? These "mist-ical" little kitties form when the temperature and weather conditions are just right. And the thicker the fog the faster they multiply! These "mist-chievious" little creatures have a habit of sneaking up on you. You feel the chill of their breath on your neck and when you turn around these shy kitties quickly disappear into the fog. If you are patient enough you can eventually earn their trust and they will reward you with a chorus of their soft, rhythmic purrs within the mist.

Have you ever wondered what happens deep inside the fog? These "mist-ical" little kitties form when the temperature and weather conditions are just right. And the thicker the fog the faster they multiply! These "mist-chievious" little creatures have a habit of sneaking up on you. You feel the chill of their breath on your neck and when you turn around these shy kitties quickly disappear into the fog. If you are patient enough you can eventually earn their trust and they will reward you with a chorus of their soft, rhythmic purrs within the mist.

The snow is gone, spring has sprung;
Soon I will taste nectar on my tongue.
The earth is bathed in shades of pale green;
It certainly is the most beautiful scene.
The tender buds are filled with perfume;
Heavenly fragrances rival the beautiful bloom.
The delicate pastel hues of my wings
Reflect all the splendor of spring.