Butterflies

Majestic as the colors of their wings,

Fluttering as soft as a summer Breeze,

Softly fluttering to the flowers that blows in the breeze;

Free as the wind, flashing it colors to the gardens;

To its attraction, to the beauty to be;

Colors of nature flow through its wings;

Its natural pallet of silken hues shimmering through it wings;

It spreads its wings to add a splash of color ;

to the beauty of a garden;

As nature's  pallet, to a gods creations

and attractions;

Slowing its flutter drifts in silent to distant breeze,

Its gentle shows the way life should be,

Slow, free, soft as natures way;

Softly its travels through life with no worries,

Its free;

Sending it message to the garden,

its beauty from nature to be;

Seeing only a gentle flight,

to the pallet of nature;

For what is met to be,

Shortness  for time, it leaves its beauty,

to the wonders of time;

A lasting memory to its splendor of its nature,

To the season of summer;

Each time stopping sharing colors and motions,

to our gardens;

Adding beauty, to natures soft touch, to its surrounds;

Hanger

Only this poem is copyright For Hangtide

"Love  holds  many   splendors  when free, to express those  desire.

Free to do and be"

Hanger

Nice story I'd like to share

BUTTERFLY

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening
appeared.  He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it
struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed
to stop making any progress.  It appeared as if it had gotten as far
as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors
and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then
emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at
any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support
the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life
crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was
able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness and haste did not understand, was that
the restricting cocoon and the struggle required to get through the tiny
    opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly
into its wings. It would then be ready for flight once it achieved its
freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives.

If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it
would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have
been. We could never fly!

I asked for Strength.......and God gave me Difficulties to make me
strong.

I asked for Wisdom.........and God gave me Problems to solve.

I asked for Prosperity.....and God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.

I asked for Courage........and God gave me Danger to overcome.

I asked for Love.......  ..and God gave me Troubled people to help.

I asked for Favors.........and God gave me Opportunities.

I received nothing I wanted.........I received everything I needed.

May your path be bright and full of light everywhere you go.
And I pray your feet will never stumble out of God's plan.

May the desires of your heart come true, and may you
experience Peace in everything you do.

May Goodness, Kindness, and Mercy come your way.
And may you gain Wisdom and grow in your spirit every day.
  

Unknown Author