butterfly
I stopped to look at a butterfly-then it flew away.
Yet! -left me with an impression.
With me it will always stay.
Its wings were a beautiful brown-with polka dots you see.
I had wanted to grab it-but I knew it had to be free.
They only have a short life span
But in their life -they live an eternity.
They have no worries or cares-but in their life they share
All the joys of yesteryear…
If man could be as a butterfly-and enjoy and share life.
we would not have to go through, all our struggles and strife.
Very nice thought. In fact if we could be so, how nice it would be.
this write is as beautiful as the butterfly..simple too..they color nature..their expression is in its color....10
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They have no worries or cares-but in their life they share All the joys of yesteryear… If man could be as a butterfly-and enjoy and share life. we would not have to go through, all our struggles and strife..yes indeed if u can be butterfly and enjoy every moment of life beain ga vry free person... lovely imagination and it is worth reading it.....10 read mine butterflies around..... cuckoo.... making sense.... still breathing