My Butterfly Friend




I was working in my garden

Believing I was alone

Until a beautiful butterfly

Quickly made himself known

I believed he wanted me to hurry

And get out of his home.



Admiring his pretty colors

I reached out my hand

When he landed on my finger

I felt good and appreciated

The trust he had placed in me

It was then our friendship began.



My belief I was an intruder

The butterfly proved to me was wrong

Because when he landed on my finger

He taught me an important lesson

Things happen you can't foretell

Like his willingness to share his home.


Ralph L. Clark © 2003


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