With butterflies, I came to land
Upon the flower's tip.
With salt, I dwelt amongst the sand,
And never chapped my lips.
From heaven's bile, I ducked and dived,
And never once was marked.
I lived and loved and even thrived
Amidst the dank and dark.
I am not well - I am not 'right' -
I do not plough the earth;
But none of this demeans my sight -
I know my worldly worth.
I haven't commented much since the changes to the site due, mostly, to computer.internet problems here at home..Can I first up ask why you chose not to centre? I just feel it would have looked prettier if you had :)
You start off with an AB rhyme which seems to get lost half way through the verse...marked and dark don't strictly rhyme for example and earth and worth definately don't..not with my accent anyway.