The Butterfly You Cannot See

Once a caterpillar between a dream and reality thought she could be beautiful ~so on she dreamed... Creating a shell to protect under the bright new moon The Cocoon~ Inside she wept Yet, A fantastic fantasy of what she would some day be, The very colors of life upon the the Earth as she struggled to crawl A slow progression; every day she saw in a mirrored shell She dreamed her colors, she connected with divinity as her memory recalled the sky so blue, the warm sunlight To the very hope to one day fly What color? her imagination touched God's heart One day she emerged through the darkness, the seclusion, The shell now out grown...she pushed her eloquent wings through Standing upon a cracked open cocoon, her wings tested the winds of kindness ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Her first flight, she the Miss, fluttering about without direction or care, enjoying the Summer air~ ~ ~ ~ The flowers sent scent to comfort, to rest there, she; in awe of her wings, the colors, they were just as she dreamed! God Smiled~ I heard of a human tell of her beauty, then suddenenly became sad Not for the glory upon, but the time as her flight would expire Yet, tell me, what is time to a butterfly? When time itself is calculated by man and the stars... Yes, she and I know the majestics of God's creation that some take for granted As the stars shine tonight I think of the butterfly's flight I know all is right I know mans's calculations are right But, somehow, it is not a sadness but courage spilled upon the Earth of the butterfly's rebirth from a worm I, in all that I am can relate I embrace, know her way Once a worm as I, now my colors motivate my flight Life is so short~