Catching Butterflies
catching the wind, lifting in flight,
with delicate wings soaring its heights,
looking up while searching below,
a crucial time to fly alone,
to ride the breeze is nothing new,
it's just what the butterflies born to do,
her landing never stays too long in one spot,
it moves to the next, and her beauty is caught,
at a glance, yet only for a moment,
these beautiful wings cannot be stolen,
the sun's rays shine down on her wings,
her colors illuminate the scenery,
leaning down to touch her,
the wind then picks up to rush her,
but never forgetting the beauty you've seen,
through the tears of the worlds pain and suffering,
revealing love for healings sake,
this moment in time was no mistake,
our tears released, a clear reflection,
the showings of God's love and compassion
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