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