The Legend of the Butterfly

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.

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