Thursday, September 16, 2021

Before


The butterfly was there
before any human art was made.
Before cathedrals rose in prayer,
the butterfly was there.
Before pyramids pierced the air
or Great Wall stones were laid,
the butterfly was there.
Before any human, art was made.

--Avis Harley

[Monarch Butterfly in my garden today]



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