My grandmother loves butterflies. I’ve always wondered why butterflies are called butterflies. I mean, it’s the word ‘butter’ and ‘fly’. Butter can fly? I didn’t know that. It’s a very interesting name. “Why do we have to follow the spiders? Why couldn’t it be follow the butterflies?”
Die Butter flog an alle Wände. Der Vogel hatte sich mitten in das Fass hineingesetzt, flatterte wie wild mit den Flügeln und es spritzte weißgelb in alle Richtungen. Karla stand fasziniert daneben und malte sich aus, wie ihre Tante reagieren würde, wenn sie das Malheur sah.
Le papillon était en train de virevolter dans les airs, libre, libre et jamais sans limites. Mais un enfant malin et curieux l’attrapa, et le piégea dans ses mains. Il approcha ses paumes de son visage, et observa le paillon à travers un petit trou de sa main.
A butterfly is a insect that sucks the nectar from flowers. Butterflies can very in colors, shapes ,and sizes. Most butterflies have a long straw like tube to suck up nectar from the flowers.
The butterfly fluttered down onto the open book, it’s wings in stark contrast to the black and white of the book. Before long the owner of the book returned, their shadows falling over the butterfly and forcing it to move on. Move on in its never ending dancing journey.
A butterfly fluttered outside her window. She watched it’s graceful movements, mesmerized by how delicate of a creature it really was. When she was a child, her mom told her that when the butterflies came, it was the spirits of relatives that have passed away, coming back to visit. No one she loved had died. She wondered who’s spirit swelled within those colorful wings.
He grinned and smiled while the butterflies in his stomach went on a rampage and threatened to make him vomit his breakfast. She was so beautiful, just like a butterfly. He could as her out only he was sure she wouldn’t accept – she was far too good for a boy like him.
Butterfly’s fly high in the sky.
Why do they fly so high?
I want to catch them.
Eat them perhaps.
Oh why do you fly so high butterfly?
Come down to earth.
I’m hungry.
The butterfly landed on the branch that was already bowing over with an abundance of leaves and blossoms. To see the butterfly you would have had to track it to the spot where it was now camouflaged or have eyes like a hawk.
summer, peace and love. butterflies in the sky, butterflies in my stommach when i see the girl i like so good. they fly, jumps and spins around every time i see her. she is so beautiful.
A BEAUTIFUL CREATURE THAT SMELLS LIKE BUTTER IN THE SUMMER AND CAN FLY LIKE HEAVEN AND ITS IS SHAPED IN BEAUTIFUL DIFFERENT COLOURS, RED, WHITE, GREEN, BLUE, YELLOW, SOME ARE BIG, SOME ARE SMALL.
wings flowing, moving, traveling and traversing. I am reminded of Costa Rica and the amazing efforts and travel butterflies make to do what they need to do for their livelihood. butterfly is the name of a nia routine, that expresses movement from behind to front.
Precious butterfly, perched tentatively on my fingers, wings flap… flap, balancing, colors waving, taking it all in. Then up and away, back into freedom. Because that’s what you wanted, all along.
Oh topple this divisive wall that would keep me away from the truth. Let me glimpse what is within. Let me see if all that I hoped for is hidden behind.
Please God, give me wings to fly… far far away, like a pretty butterfly. Full of colors and sweeping full wings with all the freedom in the world. Please God, give me wings to fly far far away, like a butterfly.
Butter flies. Those are the things that fly around in my stomach when I think about other guys being with my girlfriend. Can you imagine seeing someone you feel so much about being with another person? Knowing you are not the person that makes them happy. And to top that off they lie to you and tell you are because they have no respect for you.
like a butterfly we are in wonder of beauty. we want to be beauty too. but no one talks about how many flaps of the wings the beautiful butterfly takes before it is even seen.
We are all butterflies in the making – working to be show our best colors and add beauty to everything around us : )
My grandmother loves butterflies. I’ve always wondered why butterflies are called butterflies. I mean, it’s the word ‘butter’ and ‘fly’. Butter can fly? I didn’t know that. It’s a very interesting name. “Why do we have to follow the spiders? Why couldn’t it be follow the butterflies?”
Die Butter flog an alle Wände. Der Vogel hatte sich mitten in das Fass hineingesetzt, flatterte wie wild mit den Flügeln und es spritzte weißgelb in alle Richtungen. Karla stand fasziniert daneben und malte sich aus, wie ihre Tante reagieren würde, wenn sie das Malheur sah.
Le papillon était en train de virevolter dans les airs, libre, libre et jamais sans limites. Mais un enfant malin et curieux l’attrapa, et le piégea dans ses mains. Il approcha ses paumes de son visage, et observa le paillon à travers un petit trou de sa main.
Butterflies make me think of spring, and meadows and blue skies. Delicate wings that float on gentle warm breezes.
my mom`s favorite amimal or inscect is a butterfly i think of peace beauty and MY MOM….
beautiful, bug, soft, light, wind, life, insect, powder, cool, little, flowers
A butterfly is a insect that sucks the nectar from flowers. Butterflies can very in colors, shapes ,and sizes. Most butterflies have a long straw like tube to suck up nectar from the flowers.
A butterfly is a beautiful thing that flys in the air and sucks necture out of flowers.
A butterfly is an insect that flys around.They are pretty and almost every one likes them. not all of them are pretty.
wings fly butter flies high colorful beauty and
butterflys are insects that fly around flowers
butterflys are colorful insects that fly around mostly by flowers.
butterflies are very pretty insects that came out during the spring and summer.
The butterfly fluttered down onto the open book, it’s wings in stark contrast to the black and white of the book. Before long the owner of the book returned, their shadows falling over the butterfly and forcing it to move on. Move on in its never ending dancing journey.
A butterfly fluttered outside her window. She watched it’s graceful movements, mesmerized by how delicate of a creature it really was. When she was a child, her mom told her that when the butterflies came, it was the spirits of relatives that have passed away, coming back to visit. No one she loved had died. She wondered who’s spirit swelled within those colorful wings.
Butterfly-wing shoes for wraiths.
Softly, white beckoning wings fluttered about the garden, greeting each blossom with warm expectations of the spring to come.
He grinned and smiled while the butterflies in his stomach went on a rampage and threatened to make him vomit his breakfast. She was so beautiful, just like a butterfly. He could as her out only he was sure she wouldn’t accept – she was far too good for a boy like him.
Butterfly’s fly high in the sky.
Why do they fly so high?
I want to catch them.
Eat them perhaps.
Oh why do you fly so high butterfly?
Come down to earth.
I’m hungry.
with its wings so beautiful and the endless fluttering that gives me a feeling of calm.
The butterfly landed on the branch that was already bowing over with an abundance of leaves and blossoms. To see the butterfly you would have had to track it to the spot where it was now camouflaged or have eyes like a hawk.
summer day floating by feel the sun the warmth, the joy of the butterfly moving through space effortlessly.
summer, peace and love. butterflies in the sky, butterflies in my stommach when i see the girl i like so good. they fly, jumps and spins around every time i see her. she is so beautiful.
A BEAUTIFUL CREATURE THAT SMELLS LIKE BUTTER IN THE SUMMER AND CAN FLY LIKE HEAVEN AND ITS IS SHAPED IN BEAUTIFUL DIFFERENT COLOURS, RED, WHITE, GREEN, BLUE, YELLOW, SOME ARE BIG, SOME ARE SMALL.
wings flowing, moving, traveling and traversing. I am reminded of Costa Rica and the amazing efforts and travel butterflies make to do what they need to do for their livelihood. butterfly is the name of a nia routine, that expresses movement from behind to front.
wings, beauty, freedom, color, vivid, fragile, tender, soft, gorgeous, continuation, polli
Butterfly! I love butterflies they are so pretty. A butterfly is a catapilar and then they turn into butterflies.
Motyl, mam go gdy Cię widzę. Wolność.
Precious butterfly, perched tentatively on my fingers, wings flap… flap, balancing, colors waving, taking it all in. Then up and away, back into freedom. Because that’s what you wanted, all along.
Oh topple this divisive wall that would keep me away from the truth. Let me glimpse what is within. Let me see if all that I hoped for is hidden behind.
delicate, light, beautiful colors, vivid, unhindered, wild, free, furry bodies, not so beautiful close up, sanctuary, wings, majestic,
Please God, give me wings to fly… far far away, like a pretty butterfly. Full of colors and sweeping full wings with all the freedom in the world. Please God, give me wings to fly far far away, like a butterfly.
Butter flies. Those are the things that fly around in my stomach when I think about other guys being with my girlfriend. Can you imagine seeing someone you feel so much about being with another person? Knowing you are not the person that makes them happy. And to top that off they lie to you and tell you are because they have no respect for you.
I get butterflies in my tummy when he texts me. When I look up and see him looking back at me my butterflies get stronger.
A Butterfly is a insect that has different kind of species and a beautiful little tiny insect and has very fragile wings…
like a butterfly we are in wonder of beauty. we want to be beauty too. but no one talks about how many flaps of the wings the beautiful butterfly takes before it is even seen.
Butterflies are colorful.
I like butterflies very much. My necklace has a butterfly on it. Butterflies are very cool and very pretty. My favorite bug is a butterfly.
a butterfly is an insect that flies through the air o thin fragile wings. they are fun and hard to catch.