See there.
It is
some thing
very small
yet so
beautiful.
They are multiple, colorful, full of blossoming life all around our gardens.
We often call these little specimens butterflies, but I think they are like flying petals.
They fly and flutter all about in balmy weather, but I have seen them in the rain.
Yes, in not so lovely weather, you can still see them out and about.
They come in all shapes and sizes, colors and shades.
Some are bright yellow, others dull brown.
But they're so lovely in their own way.
And I love them all.
Beauties.
They each have their own special season to bloom.
Some come in spring, while others fly through the heat of summer.
Some are born at summer's end, and some come in the middle of fall.
Some are bigger than my hand, while others flutter about like house flies.
They love a variety of blossoms to feed on and different places to live.
I wish to fly free like them, not caring what will come.
I wish to rest in my Master's plan for me.
Some day I shall
fly to Him.
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