Russell G. Robison

THE BUTTERFLY
(Ode to John Browning)

Oh precious little butterfly
I sought you with my thumb
You rocked inside your cradle
Till the argument was done

Oh precious little butterfly
You spoke with such a roar
Your voice was always there
Whenever they would ask for more

Thank you little butterfly
For all your faithful ways
You were a shining light
Inside the darkest of those days