My Butterfly

My Butterfly Furry little caterpillar in your coat of black and brown It's so very hard to tell if you are up or down From your lofty branch you fall onto a leaf below Only to decide again that's not the way to go you are so steadfast in your flight I have such sympathy for your plight As you inch about to and fro I wonder why I love you so Then as the miracle of life's performed With golden wings you are transformed Your former self left stiffly dried, no more a furry coat inside Now as you glide on currents high I need not wonder ,why I sigh... Tis you I love, my Butterfly! Author Mary Thompson May/2000