You start off as an egg,
out of which you creep out,
as a creature as ugly as can be,
which they call the caterpillar.
By the end of the process of metamorphosis,
you develop beautiful wings,
and become the multicoloured marvel,
they call the butterfly.
when a handsome lad and a beautiful lass,
want to confess their love to each other,
it always helps to push matters forward,
if you are flitting around somewhere.
I am sure that when Romeo,
confessed his love to Juliet,
you must have been present in the scenery somewhere,
to embolden his resolve to let her know how he felt about her.
You flit around flowers in gardens,
making men and women dream about sundry things.
Moonstruck lovers hold hands and watch you,
making plans for a rosy future.
What baffles me the most,
is the multitude of colours in which you come.
You come in so many sizes too.
You are indeed a marvel.
It is indeed a pity,
that a creature as beautiful as you,
are hunted by so many predators,
for their food and nourishment.
You have such a short life cycle.
You are flitting around the flowers today,
bringing happiness to every mind,
but are gone the very next day.
If only God had taken the trouble,
to create the entire earth,
as beautiful as he created you,
the world would be a great place to live in.