Write four lines of prose about: butterflies in the garden.
Sorry for the non-seasonal (at least in the Northern Hemisphere) prompt, but I need it today. I've had quite enough of the cold and snow at the moment.
I've got a full day at the bakery tomorrow, so I best get some sleep.
Caught in the light of the setting sun, their beauty is breath taking. Their colors sparkle and glow, in unending pattern variations.
I still can't believe my ex wanted to throw these glass lawn ornaments in the trash.
Then again, that was only one of the many things we disagreed on.