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.
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