It's going to be a Honey bee morning, a Butterfly eve. Can't you see them swarming, with the greatest of ease? All gathering nectar, to take home to their queen, Making new little families, all without being seen. Decorating the earth, with their glorious charm, Bees working together, as on a great farm. Breeding the plants, for God's plan to multiply, Butterflies swarming to beautify the sky. Little silk cocoon's, hanging from every tree, What a wondrous sight the Lord gave us to see. If we'd just work as hard, as the bee and butterfly, Our lives would light up, all the way to the sky. They seem like a Miracle, but we're much more, Hasn't our Lord told us o`er and o`er? He feeds the flowers of the field, and the birds of the air, But it's for His Children, He dost mostly care. © Pearlie Duncan Walker October 9, 1999 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Website Website Mail