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A simple poem |
| FROM THE WINGS OF A BUTTERFLY! On the wings of a butterfly, I see a speck of gold, I touch the speck and it dusts my little finger, I gently raise my finger high above my head and, The wind swoops down and carries my speck away. From the wings of a butterfly the speck soars to the skies, Floating gently over trees and clouds, houses and people- It slowly descends on the wrinkled hand of a woman, Who had just breathed a prayer asking God for a sign. The glittering speck made the woman raise her head and, She saw the rainbow stretched across the sky- She bowed her head with a grateful heart, Thanking God for His promise that He was always near. The butterfly never knew how its speck helped someone; I’ll never know how my smiles would cheer a weary soul, Or my words would soothe a bleeding heart; For I am just a little dot in the human ocean, But I can be the golden speck from the wings of a butterfly! |