Butterfly's

As we look to and fro, we wonder where they go. They fly with such ease just floating above the tree's. Some are yellow and they can even be green, but they have no reason to be mean. Being mean is something they cannot do, they are just too small and beautiful to harm you. Where they take off and where land, will always be a mystery to man. Their wings are fragile, there life is short so that should leave us with nothing to distort. Taking off in the cloud of there closest friends, you come to realize how precious life really is.