Above the water’s depths it floats, with wings
Of blue, its body dark like night with blue
Its hue. It flies with graceful ease and sings
With not a word, and only heard by few.
It docks near woody piers and hops across,
And onward floats its wings, the shimmering
Blueness returned to bless the jealous’s loss
With beauty bound by God, air, and sea’s glimmery
Matching blue hue, the sky above as well,
And smile they do at the butterfly’s blue
As its wings spread to take to skies and tell
Adventures to the other ones with its bright hue.
So marvel, watch, and gape with awe for Earth
Has blessed the butterflies upon their birth.
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