Thank you, Samantha

Loved both of them samantha

Great write Kyle.

Love it Donald. Made me laugh.

The Beauty of Me

A flutter of wings and a sun filled sky,

I am a beautiful butterfly.

Of course, it was not always so.

I once was a caterpillar that had to grow.

From a cocoon I emerged so alive,

Now on the pollen from plants I thrive.

Such beauty surrounds me every day,

Flowers and plants, children at play.

Watch for me. Watch me fly. Enjoy,

Be careful of my wings for I am not a toy.

Do not try to catch me for I am delicate art,

Just let me have a small piece of your heart.

© Cynthia Clark

Made me smile Donald x

Why should I write about a butterfly

when the world is passing us by

So much crap is always happening

hard to concentrate on just one thing

Then someone comes up to me

and says, "What do you want to be?"

The butterfly is then out of my mind

replaces with thoughts truly unkind

Why do I think of this crazy shit

and always being called a nitwit

My mind wanders all the time

Never once stopping on a dime

Why does this poem never make sense

guessing maybe the mind is so dense

What ever it is I hope it is wrong

I would rather be writing a song

So I say goodbye to you all for now

Please calm down, don't have a cow

Thanks. was fun working from an image like that and doing it pretty much off the top of my head.

If it wasnt for me and the bees

no fruit with which to eat

as there will be no trees

no beautiful rich greens

A flap of my delicate wings

and im up and away again

soaring above, i see so many things

then i land pollinate the flowers without strain

i bring colour to the world, joy and hope to all, i bring delight

so shed a tear for my sad demise

the pesticides sprayed to stop parasites

may bring about our last rites

Thanks so much for the like

I am truly beautiful with black and red designer wings,

When I come around, the lovely white flower know what this means

I will pollenate the flower, causing it to grow,

the flower opens up its bud so its time I know.

I landed on the green leaf, ready to do my job,

The flowers yellow center is where I need to stop

I used to be something different, I'm getting used to the new me.

I love it now that I can fly to the flower and the beauty I can see.