 by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer A black butterfly Beautiful, elegant Gracefully floating Always rising Will not fall Ever changing with the wind Using it to fuel her wings Trusting it to steer her right For her path is far and wide Steadily climbing Again and again Floating and fluttering Smelling the roses So soft and sweet Lacking worry or hate or fear Living in the moment While soaring to the next Cherishing life's nectar You cannot bring her down She refuses But gracefully *I originally published a version of this via Yahoo Contributor Network | |
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