Stewards
A miracle unfolds,to enthrall,
From a caterpillar,green and small;
Upon the breeze,wind-blown
The pale yellow Brimstone;
A butterfly we briefly see,
If she could speak,her prayer... plea
Concern from we--her trustee.
Note The decline of the humble Buttertfly an indication of how we damage our environment
each day without thinking through the consequences for our own well being.
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