As the Flowers dance in the breeze... and the nightingale sings...from beyond the trees... a Caterpillar raised from his tomb spreading its wings...fully transformed and free...appreciating the process that came to be...flying free with the breeze...while listening to the melodies the nightingale sings...
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Flying Free
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Beafaithful says: True beauty comes from transformation of a caterpillar to a butterfly..Love this message..great write..beblessed.. |
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lasi_gi says: Amazing piece, capturing the amazement of a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. Thank you Major General for sharing one of God's miracles that sometimes escapes us. |
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