BUTTERFLY

         The butterfly's meant to flutter free
         Around the gardens of delight
         To find it's sustainence within
         Bring beauty to those in it's sight
         But first it has to fight it's way
         Through various stages of it's birth
         A caterpillar crawling round
         Concealing all it's joy and mirth.

         Surviving all it's enemies
         That see it as a tasty snack
         It's time to be released at last
         From the straight jacket, holding back
         The beauty of a resurrection
         Emerging from it's tomb to breathe
         The air of it's new incarnation
         Blessed by God in all He weaves.