(After Mary Oliver)<\/p>\n
Who made animals?
\nWho made nature?
\nWho made the butterflies?<\/p>\n
The butterfly whose red wings flutter on
\nmy face and makes me smile.
\nThe one that licks sugar from my lips,
\nwho is the one who flies into my hand,
\nher soft wings touch me.
\nWho gets stuck in the butter and gets
\nlifted back out.<\/p>\n
Her antennas\u00a0 lift up to touch my hand
\nbefore she lifts her wings up and flies
\naway leaving warmth in my hand.<\/p>\n
I don’t know when she will come
\nback,
\nI don’t know when she will float
\naway into the afterlife,
\nI don’t know how to keep flowers from
\ndying ,
\nhow to not be afraid of the creepy
\ncrawlies in the grass.<\/p>\n
What could I have done?
\nFlowers have to die at some point.<\/p>\n
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\nof nature?<\/p>\n