JUST TO BE

JUST TO BE

 

The butterfly flutters about

Her sporadic course no set route

It is an explosion of brilliance

just to be seen only by chance

 

In nature's beauty

Attract or repel since creation

But sometimes it's hard to see

The reason is no mystery

 

Not the color or the design

Every one is divine

She soars through hearts along the way

Even the flowers wish she would stay

 

Her grace not like the militant ant

Could not be painted by Rembrandt

Her whole heart is wayward and free

And it is her wish just to be

 

 

 

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[Tomás Ó C..]

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