As I watch a butterfly flutter+by, I wonder+why,
As they explore and hover+by, they never let this hunger+die,
Opposite of most things, for when they leave their cacconed cage,
Tis the only thing that grows more beautful with age,
So ugly before entrance, met with little acceptance,
But now like repentence, washed with innocence,
In a sense it's ignorance, though the thought is too intense,
to understand sucha simple mind we cannot comprehend,
You cannot explain this in thought nor text,
For the world is s different in eyes and minds of insects,

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