I am a butterfly by day and night …
I say, am free alright, at times may not
I may not fly but climb on my belly
I like to be free and fly away …
I lay eggs … I hatch onto a larva
I emerge into tiny of caterpillars
Really am, crawling onto a leave
What I’ve to tell my prospective views?
You do the math, how many lives I provide?
I never die …as I, come back to life
Straight aimed in me, in my heart
Thus, I die and bust like a torpedo
Head-to-collision in Los Estados Unidos
Butterflies are God’s creation
He is in colors, He multiplies
It’s His ways in a small way
He even brings this life back
Look, I keeping giving you chance to wake up
We continuously dismiss Him
If we can only stop for few seconds
All butterflies are never the same
They always stop quite often by your side
They want onto notice it’s could, if many shapes,
So, before you go by your business trip
Make it your business not just wake up
Put on your best suit … better yet and
Instead wear a jumpsuit, swimsuit perhaps
To accomplish all of your pursuits
Without thin and/or irregular body shapes
This butterfly doesn’t care your shape
It only wants to be admired close not from afar
It has a very short life … onto a newer one
A capillary, it emerges to butterfly, how?
Larvae stage, butterfly lays eggs
Eating, eating and more eating of leaves …
Pupa stage, clings onto a stem of leave
As takes a ride, on Chrysler mini car
Inside the chrysalis l, the butterfly
Thus, confirms firming adult butterfly
With full wings ready to fly
Glad to feel free earned, its degree
It’s freedom time! In pupa and adulthood …
It is not by chance has two lives …
Cat has nine and we’ve one!
You have to try to find God, inside of you
He lives in your mind, heart and soul
Perhaps, we than a cat, if we good enough
To coming all, God asked for tasks …
In your mind, picture or in your dream
Know, it’s Him in colors and all free …
As you unwrap your Xmas gifts
This time, do not cramp on to it or return it
If, it was given to you with love
If you didn’t like your gift
Know, it was wrapped with love
It was wrap by a butterfly
How do you free a butterfly?
How do you always free me?
Is that a lot to ask? Know, know and know …
Please am begging you to know that!
I meant it, from my microscopic bits of a pieces
Witty heart, know that … is not, so hard
Minerva A. Garcia, your Poet