The Monarch Butterfly.

by Steven Beesley   Jul 16, 2005


The Monarch is such a mystery to me.
Each winter it will prepare for it's perilous journey south.
For warmer winters it must seek out.

It's navigation is by nature's inborn intuition.
Three thousand miles, all must flutter and fly.
Three generations pass before they reach their goal at last.

No stranger mystery can there be.

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