Penny Denice Cobb
Published on: 9/17/2005
How lucky you are, sweet butterfly;
You transform from a worm to an ornament of the earth.
From your cocoon you emerge as a gift to the Gods.
You greet the morning light, and kiss the early dew of the earth.
You taste the sweet nectar of the red roses and lilies
And you soar above the clouds and caress the skyline with such beauty…
Yet I am still a worm; a vagabond on the earth
While you float within the summers breeze
Enjoying the frankincense and myrrh.