The child discarded in the storm was lost as lonesome sheep.
The flowers in the garden there did bow their heads and weep.
The tears that flowed did nurture and develop a perfect chrysalis.
And as the morning mists did rise a fragile butterfly hit the skies.
A magnificence of purple pause an emperor for a day.
The sun came out, burned out all the pain of rain.
The child smiled it's heart was made of joy.
As once upon a time the child was born a boy.
Glory and magnificence made magic from the raindrops craft.
For now the gorgeous girl child, she lived, she loved, she laughed.
(C) Livvi