Up on the bluff by the sea one day,
Four winged butterflies, came my way--Two, spinning toward me-- whirling in danceSomethng to tell me? A message per chance?
Rather than shoo them, I banished my fear; My heart opened up to what I could hear.Millions of years they come and go,South to Mexico to mate and sow.
Oh Monarchs, so splendid, what do you see?I know you see some things better than me.Your simple brain has a message to be told,Your life is short, you don't grow old.
Gentle yet sturdy the message came through,Live, Be Free, Be Happy In what you do.
Joanne Marie DeAngelis
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