Why do you ask, Why I Like The Butterfly?

Why I like the butterfly.

It is not just the butterfly in all its beauty.
It is not the gentle wings in all its glory.

It is the effort in the darkness that came before its presence.
The absence of light, that no one saw before it.

It was the struggle; it was the fight.

It came to her before anyone ever saw her light.

(This is just something I wrote when I was feeling poetic one day....
it was left unfinished as I wrote it). But there is a story behind these words).

-MamaButterfly🦋