To be a butterfly would be a wonderful thing. Beauty beyond words like that of the sunset. So beautiful only God could have blessed such a creature with great beauty one at a time. Wings fluttering in the wind with great ease, so quiet none can hear. More graceful than a swan in the water, or a hawk in the great sky. More carefree than any other creature on this planet or the next. Until death becomes thee. Wings flutter ever so slowly, color and beauty still remain. You land on a flower and slowly fade away. Even in death, your beauty remains nameless.
