Butterfly

Here is yet another poem:

Butterfly

By Chelsea Pritchett

I don't know what it is about

The butterfly.

Is it the way they flutter and flit?

Or is it the way they land on a delicate

Blade of grass without bending it?

Perhaps it's the marvalouse

Patterns on their wings,

Each and every one, unique.

This question, will I ever find the answer?

I think not!

It is a mystery no scientist

Can figure out.

It is simply a

Work of God!