Once as a child many years ago...
On a balmy summer's eve.
I sat in the yard at my Mother's side...
and a butterfly lit at my sleeve.
"It's a sign of good luck, my Mother said.
As the butterfly stayed at my arm...
"It's a symbol of all the beauty in life.
Make sure you do it no harm."
First butterflies are eggs and after they hatch...
they see that their life's just beginning,
They're content with their lot in life,
so they go out on a limb and start spinning.
They stay out awhile in a magic cocoon...
then emerge like flowers in spring,
Then they share the story of their victory and success...
through each of the colors of their wings.
The gold in their wings is the " Golden Rule"....
To follow that is a must.
The blue....That means true blue.
Always be someone people can trust.
The green of the tip of their wing
is saying Stay green, and you'll always grow.
The silver is the lining in the clouds of doubt...
that you must look for as
for as you go through life.
Butterflies bend with the wind, it's true,
Still they get where they want to go.
They arrive by persistence through their own insistence
A lesson more people should know.
Sought and valued by the whole human race...
For their beauty, tenacity and charm.
If a butterfly ever chances to stay at your sleeve...
remember my friend , don't fight it ,
but learn all you can from the butterfly clan.
And you too , may become a rare item.