Your precious present, packed with childhood's charm,
Is safely with me, sure against all harm.
How brightly with its firy rays the Sun
Illuminates the landscape Ellie's done,
Prompting the heart to multiply its beats,
Responding to the power of youthful feats,
Feats which are evidence of talent rare
Ready to flourish under tender care.
The airborne butterfly of red attire,
Intent to flutter upward ever higher,
Parts company from all the pretty blooms,
While some strange insect opens up and looms
Aloft, impossibly large, not to scale -
A portent, surely, of an untold tale.
