The Butterfly Who Ran Out of Time
Written by Justina Braun
I was watching not far,
A man, who tried to mow his yard.
He driving quiet slow,
As if he had never mowed.
Then there on the grass,
As if he would step on glass.
He kept looking around,
Like there was treasure to be found.
Like a kite that could not fly,
He held a wounded butterfly.
I saw the look in his eyes,
You know, some one ready to cry.
It wounded him deeply to see the butterfly die.
And he knew it would never again fly in the sky.
It reminded me so much of us people on earth,
Who so easily do something to others that hurts.
Lets do something encouraging today,
While there still is a way.
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