The Beauty of a Butterfly

* * * * * * * * * * The Winter * * The Winter is coming to a close * * is drawing its curtain as Spring arrives I wiggle * * down, and you won't ever my toes. The fresh air greets * * see me frown. The days of so me as I stroll, but I know things ** many long dark nights are over no one knows. See there's this ** it's time to wish on St. Patty's tiny Monarch that's caught my ** lucky clover. There's so much eye, but I never do see her ** nectar for good nourishing fly. She's there when I ** as all the butterflies are awake in the morn & ** hopeful and flourishing. saves me when my ** So much beauty seen heart is so torn. ** and so very serene. ~~~~~~~~ ** ~~~~~~~~ Can I ever see ** Sincerity and love any more lovely ** are two gentle gifts beauty? I do think ** from up above. When not, we are now free. ** darkness hovers and it Our nature was gifted ** seems we fall, remember from God's great creation,** the butterflies can save us bringing us holy salvation.** all. Green, pink, yellow & So as I go about my day ** blue, there's nothing a a simple thing I always ** butterfly can't get us pray. For life to be as ** through. For when beautiful as a tiny ** we want to cry butterfly, tears ** we'll be saved fall from my ** by butter eyes. ** flies. ** ** ** * Something Concrete Contest April 9, 2018