Saturday, August 9, 2014

an old butterfly seen through a child's eye

an old butterfly at Botanica, the Wichita Gardens

A child’s view of an old butterfly

In an autumn garden:

A child sees a butterfly
Its wings old and tattered
Whose color once bright
Now faded as the blossoms
But still pretty to a child
Who sees the world in pinks and golds

She says,
Do not fear
Stay awhile on my hand
And feel my gentle breath
Do not fly away

For I think,
Of all creatures great and small,
God planned for you
To live this moment
In my garden flowers
With no hint of what’s to come

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