Butterfly poetry collection
Lupine Legends: A Collection of Poems
A varied collection of poems gathered around this subject, with space for different voices, images, and moods.
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Flowers
Field’s Color
Lupine blooms in morning's light,
Field's color, pure delight.
In every petal, in every hue,
Nature's touch, pure and true.
Through your blooms, beauty's spread,
Nature's whispers, gently led.
Light and bright in dawn's beam,
Lupine's song, softly dream.
In every field, in every glade,
Nature's charm, never fade.
Flowers
Wildflower’s Grace
Lupine's grace in field's embrace,
Nature's beauty, soft and lace.
In every bloom, in every hue,
Life's fine touch, pure and true.
Through your growth, beauty's shown,
Nature's love, softly grown.
Light and free in morning's glow,
Lupine's charm, gently show.
In every field, in every space,
Nature's wonder, nature's grace.
Flowers
Meadow’s Jewel
Lupine's touch in meadows green,
Nature's beauty, softly seen.
In every bloom, in every leaf,
Life's fine touch, beyond belief.
Through your petals, beauty's spread,
Nature's whispers, gently led.
Light and airy in morning's light,
Lupine's grace, pure delight.
In every field, in every glade,
Nature's wonder, softly laid.
Flowers
Lupine's Laughter
A lupine flower, tall and bright,
Loved to laugh with all its might.
It'd sway and giggle in the breeze,
Tickling bees and making them sneeze.
The bees would buzz, "Oh, you're a clown!"
As the lupine laughed and danced around.
With each giggle, joy would grow,
In the lupine's sunny glow.
Flowers
Lupine's Leap
A lupine decided to jump one day,
Over the rocks and far away.
It leaped so high, touched the sky,
"Look at me, I can fly!"
The flowers below would cheer and sing,
At the lupine's daring fling.
With each jump, laughter would bloom,
In the meadow's fragrant room.
Flowers
Lupine's Reverie
Amidst the meadow where lupines bloom,
Lupine whispers, in nature's room.
Spikes that tower in fields of blue,
Lupine's whispers, in meadow's hue.
Pollen drifts on summer's breeze,
Lupine poems, in meadow's ease.
Amidst the bees and sunny sky,
Lupine whispers, in field's reply.
Each bloom that springs, a meadow's tale,
Lupine poems, in floral gale.
In the open field, their whispers play,
Lupine's reverence, in meadow's sway.


