A butterfly is beautiful until you feel you're sly,
moving close to touch her wings,
and then she may not fly.
But on her feet is magic that makes one flower,
two....
Disturbing the dainty butterfly
Means fewer blooms for you.
Wonder, gently.
I wrote this poem inspired by experience. At the time I was reminded that my pop always used to say, "You can wonder and wonder, and you'll still never know." I realized how much we hurt others when we make assumptions.
