I was working in my garden

Believing I was alone

Until a beautiful butterfly

Quickly made himself known

I believed he wanted me to hurry

And get out of his home.



Admiring his pretty colors

I reached out my hand

When he landed on my finger

I was very surprised at

The trust he had placed in me

It was then our friendship began.



My belief I was an intruder

The butterfly proved I was wrong

Because when he landed on my finger

He taught me an important lesson

Things happen you can't foretell

Like his willingness to share his home.
Ralph L. Clark © 2010
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