The Butterfly Flutters By
As I stand on the shore of lake Huron in Ontario, Canada
Marveling at all the beauty with autumn at her peek
I see what I assume a flying leaf upon a cool breeze
Until it lands upon my hand and folds its wings
Velvet orange, striped with black, edged with dots of white
I watch in awe as that Monarch butterfly once again takes flight
Four times it had to shed its skin to pick itself up off the ground
A caterpillar that stole away in a chrysalis until its truth was found
Four generations would come and go before its final stage
A journey over land and sea, two thousand miles of flight
To a mountain range in Mexico ... its final destiny where it would
Join …millions and millions of other monarch butterflies
that somehow against all odds survived…
A miracle is what I see each time a Monarch butterfly, flutters by.
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Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2014
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