The Wonders of the Butterfly
I float softly as I am experiencing a
metamorphosis, and I am changing
wildly with the seasons. As a butterfly,
all I can state is I am too grateful to be
in the nature family. I cannot ignore the
human race as I observe their human
nature...all nature species inform me.
Human beings can express love and
kindness, but too often there is a sting
more lethal than from a bumble bee.
I am grateful that I have disagreed, emphatically, with those who wanted
to save my likeness in a jar with rubbing
alcohol, only to preserve my beauty-
-not my life, or my natural habitat,
freedom, such as flying above azalea gardens. The human family speak of metamorphosis like a metaphor. Can they change? Maybe- if they could fly to the heavens and be touched by the finger of God.