I, TOO, MAY BE MORE

Butterflies bear witness

To the power of fragile things;

On wings like morning-glory petals

They flutter over oceans

And mountain ranges.

Butterflies are flowers

That dared to fly.

Like rainbows, they say God to me;

What made them must be something

That makes things just to make them beautiful.

Would you even believe in them

If all you knew was caterpillars?

When I see butterflies they lift me

On their tissue-paper wings!

I, too, may be more

Than my crawl discloses.