We walk through life as if there is no beauty left
We should learn to look at the beautiful things like
Every peddle attached to a flower,
Every color that’s sets on a butterfly’s wing,
As if He had a paint brush and ran it down each feather of a bird’s wing,
and the colors chose so perfectly….
That the orange on the wings of a butterfly could make anyone cry
And the blue and white feathers
That brings all of us together,
to see that it is done in great masses,
Who could ever stand to question that He did this?
and if He had a master piece it would be this world.
The Perfect Creator.
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