His Perfect Art - Poem by Ernestine Northover
Glimpse the beauty of a butterfly's wings,
As if inspired by heavenly angelic paintings,
Soft as delicate silk, they are thus displayed,
Dusted with subtle colours, which can only fade
Once life on this earth is at a sombre end.
One thing in this great world we cannot mend,
When heaven reclaims what it owned, from the start,
These wings designed by God. His perfect art.
© Ernestine Northover
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