by Penny Write
Its a poem about a butterfly and its beauty
Where the orange Monarch butterfly is such a
Its wings are soft and silk to the touch
Where you long to hold it in the palm of
your hand so much
Then you know the butterfly wants to only
Where it lands by a rock on solid ground.
The beauty of a butterfly is all you can see
It catches your eye its like a mystery.
Then again the color of its radiant wings
show forth a flash of orange it brings
You watch the butterfly as it flutters on by
Where this time you see that its not so shy
As the butterfly gives you its beauty to behold
You see how the wings unfold...
Where you know the butterfly is like a sign,
letting you show the mark it defines.
The mark of the Monarch butterfly that is etched
in its being
Where it flutters its orange and brown wings which
You watch it sore up to the sky...
Where it is the freedom that keeps it want to fly
You long to be with the butterfly but then you
let it go
For you know that it is the only way the butterfly
The beauty of the butterfly is something so great
Where you hope the butterfly will find its own fate.