BUGS and flowers

In the showers,

And the butterfly with wings

Finds a shelter

From the weather

'Neath the blossom nature brings—

Happy nature, in the spring.

Raindrops lie on Dandelion,

Sinking in his heart of gold;

And he gladly

Weeps, not sadly,

While the wondrous cups unfold,—

Buds and blossoms all of gold.

M. A. S