Butterfly
Watching a majestic butterfly,
brightly colored as it flutters on by,
flapping past me in a flower field,
while its beauty in time has been sealed,
as one of the most wonderful things,
this curious creation with royal wings,
a magical sight for anyone's eyes,
the perfect kind of a joyful prize,
pleasant and splendid as it goes,
following the wind as it blows,
and although its one of a million more,
it has its own unique way to stunningly soar.
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