The smallest of God's creatures,
Create their tightest bonds.
They curl inside their self made homes,
And share God's purpose for them around.

Some form their bonds in armies,
Some in schools, flocks and prides.
But the neatest one I've ever seen,
Comes bonded Butterfly life inside.

Their home is made of finest silk,
Some used to make dresses and shirts.
And some of them live in the ground,
In their homes beneath the dirt.

Mans' bond I am sorry to say,
Sometimes hold is not that strong.
Some kill and hurt, and get divorced,
Shredding all bonds that were formed.

Children go with Mothers',
Fathers' left out in the cold.
Fighting for their survival,
Some dieing of broken hearts I'm told.

We need to take a lesson in life,
From those tighter natured bonds we see.
This is man's only hope, bonding tighter our legacy.

Linda Winchell

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