Monday, March 9, 2009


I'VE watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless!--not frozen seas. More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees,And calls you forth again! William Wordsworth, “To a Butterfly”
Legend of the butterfly; which have no voices-when released , they rise to heaven and whisper our wishes to God.