Realization

Rating: 4.0

She opened up the jar,
and the butterfly flew in,
she slowly pulled it out,
and let it rest against her skin.

When she laid it back in the jar,
she looked in horror at her arm,
tiny feathers were everywhere,
she'd never meant it harm.

She looked with tears in her eyes,
at the form that would never again fly,
thats when the girl knew,
one day everyone would die.

She asked God for forgiveness,
as she buried the little thing,
she covered it with dirt,
and began to sing,

Little thing with wings of blue,
What have I done to you,
I will always respect whats pure and true,
and never question what God has to do.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kenneth Maswabi 14 August 2015

a touching poem indeed...the beautiful creations of God. Thank you.

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LaNka Fateye 01 February 2007

yep thats right... never question what God has to do....

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