The Magical Flutterby


Flowering crabapple tree

Image by Martin LaBar via Flickr

During the daylight hours,

I flit, I flutter, I fly,

Sometimes high into the sky,

I wander from flower to flower,

It seems such a short time ago,

Before I had these dainty legs,

I was just a good little egg,

That stage was only four days though,

When I hatched, I went through a stage,

Feeding, growing, crawling about,

Those two weeks of growing tired me out,

Especially since I was a big caterpillar for my age,

I built a chrysalis so I could rest,

During the next ten days I began to transform,

Which was certainly the norm,

I wanted to emerge looking my best,

After ten days I stretched my beautiful wings,

This way and that until I was dry,

I felt so strong I wanted to fly,

Over meadows, mountains, and castles of kings,

I danced across flowers for children to see,

How beautiful and colorful the world could be,

Letting children know that some things are free,

They could dance too and be as happy as me.

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10 thoughts on “The Magical Flutterby

    • Perhaps if children saw the stages in a poem they might learn without knowing it. Your comments are encouraging, Charles. Thank you.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

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