Gossamer Wings
Butterflies, colors extraordinaire;
are a true example of Nature's art;
no finer paintings exist anywhere.
I wish I could halt time within my heart,
and freeze-frame their beauty for all to share.
A caterpillar, once an ugly thing,
beautifies flowers wherever it goes.
Emerging from a chrysalis, in Spring;
a butterfly flaunts exquisite new clothes
befitting that of a Queen or a King.
And its translucent scales diffract sunlight;
letting colors of every hue and shade,
feed Nature's insatiable appetite.
And those colorful patterns never fade:
I love watching gossamer wings in flight.
Standing in awe of Nature's creation;
I find butterflies so entertaining.
And unleashing my imagination;
I can feel my anxiety draining,
into a feeling of fascination.
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