The Butterfly

I am seen as a pest
As I eat from your garden
But eating I must
So I please beg your pardon.

As what you see now
Is simply a stage
I’ll hang in transition
For so many days.

And when I emerge
With such beauty and power
I’ll fly through your garden
Pollinating each flower.

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

Books and poetry.

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