On this grassy hill I sit
And in this shade I lay.
I read Statistics (it's interesting, I admit)
While a butterfly lands on my page.

I admire it and look on with awe
As it flutters and shines in the sun.
I reach for my camera to show my friends what I saw
On Facebook so that I get "likes" from each one.

But it flies away
As if to say
"That's not what I'm for,
Please, for once, just simply adore!"

"God didn't make me
To be put online.
I was made to be free;
To show God's beauty as sublime."