fluttering about, darting in and out of moments in time
that never stands still, except in dire straits.
Butterflies of yellow and orange with a sprinkling of black,
decorations of beauty, marked with signs of resilience.
Cold cocoons having dropped to the ground, fading,
as God's garden sparkles with gentle, fragile wings,
with hearts of warmth that only God can feel.
In His garden grow wildflowers of varying shades
and shapes with no two mimicking,
with perfumes and nectar that tease bumble bees
and lady bugs as they stroll out on a date.
Zipping by with skillful wings a hummingbird darts
and then another, as they feed on juices...food to the God
Who created all forms of life to be enjoyed
by he and she and toiled hard but rewarding after harvest.
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