The Moth and the Butterfly
Before there were humans on earth below,
There were angels above in the skies.
There were mountains and trees and woods and streams,
And moths and butterflies.
But one day the angels in glory aloft
Were upset and began to cry.
It rained, but the butterflies simply scoffed
At the angels above in the sky.
The moths were more compassionate,
And knew something had to be done
To end the angels' crying fit,
And so began, one by one
To rise to the sky above the rain,
And shed their colors bright.
The angels observed, and it eased their pain,
And the colors shone morning til night.
The crying then stopped and the angels were glad
As they watched what had happened below,
For the moths, with a beautiful, selfless act
Had made the world's first rainbow.
That is the reason the moths are grey,
While the butterflies still have their hues.
The moths gave up most of their color that day,
But the butterflies refused.
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