|Kindergartener's portrait of Emily Dickinson after reading this poem.|
The bee is not afraid of me.
I know the butterfly -
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially -
The Brooks laugh louder
When I come -
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day?
|Marine Blue Butterfly in my Butterfly Garden|
|Bee Watering Station in my Butterfly Garden|