Okay, today it's snowing and sleeting in New York City. Had to go out and run my errands in that weather. Now I only love snow when it comes down softly and looks picture perfect preferably without wind and slush. That's a pretty picture. Which got me to thinking of the warmth and the blue, the pink and green and the life sprouting all around. So I wrote this lyric and further perfected it to describe a so-called momentarily free creature, the butterfly and it goes something like this: Fly Little Butterfly Fly little butterfly and feel The breeze atop your wings helping you steer To a land where flowers are red and pink A land that's rich with leaves of green Fly little butterfly to go Closer to where mountains reach high Nearing the blue and purple sky Fly there but stop where rivers run swift and deep ...Careful, don't let them sweep you underneath Keep flying higher and soon you will succeed To find the place of make believe And when you do, make it your own Because that's where peace, beauty and love still grows By Anna Angelou