Glory of a Butterfly!
Flutter softly within the breeze,
Sharing flowers with the bees,
Freedom to drift on my way,
Up and above and over the trees.
So much to see, all the colors of lust,
The adventure of travel is a must,
Landing at time on budding flowers,
Spring with its growing buds to bust.
I long for the colors of the rainbow,
Yellow, red and green that flow,
Purples, pinks, and many more,
Throughout the landscapes below.
A time for newness and rebirth,
Here and there all over the earth,
I am just a small part to enjoy,
This splendor and God’s worth.