THE BUTTERFLY

THE BUTTERFLY


It flutter through the summer air
So light and oh so free,
Then lights upon a flower
And mingles with a bumblebee.
Spreading it's colorful, delicate wings
It takes to flight again
Carrying pollen from plants around
From places that it's been.
It begins as a tiny caterpiller
Then spins a silk cocoon,
For it knows that it will surely emerge
As a creature of beauty soon.
Once it awakens to the world
To spread it's gossamer wings
People smile to finally see
The beauty that it brings.
It's nature's tiny work of art
And is such a sweet surprise
For those who are so lucky
To be walking where it flies.
Now that I have explained to you
Do you still wonder why
If I had a choice of what to be
I answer: a butterfly!