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. For the Contest