BUTTERFLIES

Trapped in a glass or pinned to a board,

Their beauty was something we thought we could hoard.

We laughed, we “Ooohh’d,” we “Ahhh’d,” with such wonder,

And never once thought God’s beauty ain’t plunder.

And only God’s best would do for our chest

Of treasures killed and pinned through the breast.

Ne’er once did they tell us it might be a sin;

The next afternoon, we’d do it again.

The lesson we learned was God’s humble Earth

Was ours to abuse for our own devil’s mirth.

How long can we use God’s world for our pleasure?

I think it’s in days not decades of measure.

                                               --Monty Wheeler

Written gratefully for NWCU's Wednesday Wake-up call