Light as the air they float in,
Delicate as fine old lace--
Small children watch them--
With looks of wonder on their face.
Some are all one color,
And blend with their surroundings.
Others look like stained glass--
The Master's beautiful coloring.
They're abundant in Spring
And Summer--when things
Are beautiful and new.
They are awe inspiring.
As a soul goes to Heaven
When it finally leaves this earth--
So a caterpillar becomes a butterfly,
From it's cocoon--a time of rebirth.
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