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 Beauty in the Air
I caught a little butterfly
with wings like colored glass,
Homeward I went
running oh so fast.
I called to my dad
“Come look what I have found!”
As something to put him in
I looked all around.
I wanted to keep him
for he was so pretty indeed,
But my dad said, “my darling
you don’t understand his need.
God gave him wings
so he can fly all around,
He wouldn’t be happy
in a jar to be bound.
To keep him for ourselves
would not be fair,
His beauty to others
we surely must share.”
JRS © 2-12-00
The "Okie" Poet
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