The Butterfly
The butterfly
With the breeze blowing and the sun shining
the flowers are growing. God's finger print floating in the air.
It's colors are rich a creature never to fear.
It starts out a caterpillar than a beautiful creature that takes air.
The butterfly opens its wings and wonders free
it's the most beautiful thing you'll ever see.
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