Too Close To The Edge
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In the hush after the storm's refrain,
Butterflies emerge softly once again
Their wings a painted canvas of pure gold
Fluttering gently, kissing blossoms untold
Droplets of rain still cling to the air,
Glistening like diamonds upon flowers fair
The lightning's flash, the thunder's roar,
Now replaced by a tranquil rapport.
Spring whispers secrets to the earth,
Giving the butterflies a new birth,
A symphony of colors takes flight,
Dancing in the sun's golden light.
So let us cherish this magical scene,
Where nature's beauty is evergreen,
Butterflies soaring, free to roam,
A world that no longer feels like my home
I know 'pon this earth I'm just passing through
I am on the precipice, but not blue
Ahead the city made by God's strong hand
Reach forth take hand of Jesus, not man
Too close to the scary edge, do not fear
Too near the precipice, hang on my dear
When you reach the end of life's journey
Welcome the men wheeling in the gurney
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2024
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