Creation. - Poem by Hannah York
I saw a butterfly one day
Delicate as lace
I pondered as I slowly walked
What god had made his angel face?
Passing by the swans glassy lake
A hummingbird swooped low
I wondered as I trailed on
What made his strength and beauty so?
The horse galloped with regal might
And once again my thought took flight
Human, bird or butterfly
What god has made you and I?
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