Even as a child， I loved watching butterflies

They appeared as though they had candy eyes

They would flutter soft and gently

Working in the gardens so intently

We can learn from all God's creatures

Although they all have different features

Monarchs teach us how to be gentle

Touching them is very detrimental

Their wings are very frail

They struggle when held to no avail

Ripping their wings into shreds

Poor little wings want to spread

Flitter in flight

Is best in sight

Or watching them on a flower

And under a leaf when it showers

Gracefulness is learned

Watching them return

Appreciate their grace

They are not to embrace

God's creatures are free to roam

Unless you go to an observation dome

And learn about their ways

Please just gaze