[Baut Images: Buckeye Butterfly]I must confess, O Son of Man,
I am merely a buckeye butterfly.
Once upon a time, I know,
The air was free from exhaust.
Who sails upon the summer breeze,
Loving all the lands that I see.
For once upon a time, I know,
The grasses were pesticide free.
And while flitting from flower to flower,
Ive seen the results of your power.
And once upon a time, I know,
The water ran free from your chemicals.
Watching my kin growing fewer and fewer,
As I felt the pain like a skewer.
And, I must confess, O Son of Man,
Much damage has been done at your hand.
Once upon a time...
Once upon a...
...and a big thank you Natasha for being you, and all that you do! ☺