The Golden Butterfly

Which flies and migrates

With the stars in the

Sky,

Was once a silver catepillar,

Munching on the leaves

That supplied it

With the sunlight's 

Nutrients

And it journeyed the

Forest of flowers,

Smelling each and every 

Rose as it claimed them,

Heartingly

Collecting each flower

Until the catepillar

With fulfilled curiosity,

Made a lovely, radiant

Bouquet

And when it was time

For the silver catepillar

To fall into the sleep

Of the Cacoon, it

Went

And as it dreamed,

The Lord, in His kindness,

Woke the catepillar up gently,

And it shined like Icarus

A Golden Butterfly

And with its sunbeam wings

It flew from 

Star to star

Ruling the celestial kingdom

With its golden scepter