She Is

Tye Martin
She is the lady of grace leaving her signature across the skies of the heavens. Her celestial throne spells out freedom, reminding us of the struggle. Rainbows follow her like ribbons of hope, draping the atmosphere into the submission of her beauty. She illuminates nature, while the spirit of joy adorns her like a royal robe. The flowers sway to bow in her presence, for the wind is her king, but it is she who wears the crown of strength that demands respect, remembering a time when it was she who bowed before life, humbly kissing the ground wherever she went.

Her movements sparkle like fascinating gems, for she was a diamond in the rough uncovered by time and patience. It is the people who once looked down upon her who now turn their faces to the heavens to reverence and gaze upon her richness. Her flight symbolizes the pure refining transforming process of life. Who is she you ask............she is....... the butterfly.

Published by Tye Martin

I am whatever I am called to be at whatever given time, for I am the representative of my creator.  View profile

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  • Kathera5/13/2008

    I love the way you meld poetry into prose.

  • A.M. Morgan4/20/2008

    All I can do is smile on this one.

  • cathiesbloggs4/3/2008

    Amazing word play !!!

  • K. Jai Estes1/30/2008

    This is great, Tye!

  • Butterfly1/28/2008

    Absolutely stunning work. The first I've read, of yours but you definately have me wanting to read more! I was drawn to your page, and now I know why! Thank you for this beautiful work.

  • ALBAN MEHLING1/28/2008

    Intersting Thank You fer sharin'. Mizpah. ;-}}>

  • mwtsaginaw1/26/2008

    Why is the butterfly a she instead of a he? We guys can flutter too! Just a joke from me, excellent verse! You're hitten it, Tye, never cease to amaze me, even though the butterfly could be a guy. -- Mike

  • Lisa Renee.1/25/2008

    Beautiful!!!!

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