Rebecca Woody
Imagine if a Butterfly
Imagine if a butterfly could sing.
oh! The joy that could fill the air.
A glowing aurora of voice would ring,
the world couldn’t help but dare
To reach out to a sun-soaked flower,
fingers longing for the capture.
Imagine if a butterfly could sing.
Yet, instead, as one approaches,
a fearful, flirtatious flutter encroaches.
A blur of blue and purple flashes
upon the silky green.
Timid, silent, filled with fear.
never wanting one to hear
The God-granted mystery, to one so dear.
Only God can reveal the beauty
in the rhythmic beat of the innocent.
Only He can reveal the beauty,
oh! That day is imminent
When the butterfly will sing.