Even as a child, I loved watching butterflies
They appeared as though they had candy eyes
They would flutter soft and gently
Working in the gardens so intently
We can learn from all God's creatures
Although they all have different features
Monarchs teach us how to be gentle
Touching them is very detrimental
Their wings are very frail
They struggle when held to no avail
Ripping their wings into shreds
Poor little wings want to spread
Flitter in flight
Is best in sight
Or watching them on a flower
And under a leaf when it showers
Gracefulness is learned
Watching them return
Appreciate their grace
They are not to embrace
God's creatures are free to roam
Unless you go to an observation dome
And learn about their ways
Please just gaze
