This morning, I spied a butterfly, yellow and black.
It circled around me.
This butterfly fluttered around a tree.
It's graceful flight was like a dance upon the still air.
From the sight of this brings me joy.
This butterfly that circled me danced as if it was a marionette held upon strings in mid-air.
It's colors bright and beautiful makes the sun look dim upon the sky.
As the butterfly flutters close to the ground it casts a large shadow twice the size of the wings of this beauteous creature.
To call the butterfly a bug or an insect is truly a shame.
It's attraction is a wonderment in itself.
And in times of my deepest of sorrows, it's vision brings me comfort.
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