Nodding on the sunny hill-sides,Smiling to the cloudlessskies,Making bright the barrenplaces,Countless mariposas rise,Spreading out their tinted petalsLike a troop of butterflies. Grains of gold are in their rootlets,And they -draw them to the sun; Deck themselves in shining armorLike a king upon…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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