Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
That beautiful little winged creature with its green markings is, I think, a Beckers White butterfly. They like to feed of plants in the mustard family and live in more arid places.
Lovely photo.
Google Lens says you are correct SK.
That bug makes me think of a ladies spring dress, you know, the kind with the skinny little cord like straps over the shoulders, and the skirt part comes down to just above the knees.
Light green sandals, small silver cross necklace, no earrings.
What a sweet and romantic image, Ghost. Perfect description.
You have many talents, Ghost, and should never go hungry.
DT, that IS a beautiful picture and its title could very easily inspire a poem.