You are a tiny traveler
on the green
roads of spring
A speck of red and
black in a
sea of blossoming
You carry your
own light in your
polka-dotted wings
A spark of joy and
wonder in a world of
simple things
You are a gentle warrior
on the battlefields
of life
A friend of plants and
flowers in a
time of strife
You bring your own luck
in your lucky
seven spots
A sign of hope and
grace in a land of
have-nots
Chester
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