Fragile
As the breath of an angel
The wings of the butterfly flutter on the air,
A short spray of colour as the creature floats past.
Created by the hand of God,
for no human could imagine such beauty,
delicacy,
fragility.
My urge, is to reach out and touch.
Its beauty is unsurpassed,
its touch gentle,
The petal of the flower it lands on
barely disturbed.
Wings displayed, I am transfixed by the beauty.
And I thank God,
and I praise Him,
for crafting such beauty for my eyes.
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