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Author Name: Freequeens1 3 Comments
Date Added: June 24, 2007 22:06:51 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Why Butterflies are Silent

Why Butterflies are Silent

The Creator of All was watching the children play one day.

“Soon these young ones will grow old and time will take it all away.

Their skin will wrinkle, hair will turn gray and their teeth will fall out.”

It was autumn, yet it was winter he was thinking about.

After watching the play of sun light and shadow on the ground,

He thought of a way to preserve the pure colors from around

The village. Into a bag he put the things that he had found.

A spot of sunlight beside the shadow of children at play,

A handful of blue from the sky, the yellow of leaves, no doubt,

Flower colors, the black of a young girl’s hair floating around.

The Creator was having fun filling his bag all along.

As an afterthought, the Creator of All threw in bird song.

He gave the bag to the children to see what they would detect.

Hundreds of butterflies flew out, singing with all due respect.

A songbird came and lit on the Creator and spoke direct.

“They’re blessed with all the colors of the rainbow and the owl’s hoot,

You gave them every shade; you can not give them our songs to boot.”

“You’re right; I made a promise that each bird would have its own song,

They are beautiful even so!  These pretty things are perfect.”

That is the reason the Creator made the butterfly mute.

Author's Notes:
Adapted and put into rhyme from a story told by the Papago tribe.  The Papago--the Bean People--are a Southwestern tribe closely related to the Pima.  They now live on a four-part reservation of almost three million acres in Arizona.
Found in "American Indian Myths and Legends" Selected and edited by Richard Erdoes and Alfonso Ortiz.
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Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on June 26, 2007 06:31:25 PM Report
A beaatiful sstory, beatifully told, Pen..Butterflies seem to beautiful to be real. That's the magic of them...len
Comment By: FreeHarold Ham McLelland on June 25, 2007 11:31:01 PM Report
Aren't those heavenly messengers, those floating flowers lovely to behold???  They always have a way of stopping me in my tracks...  Lovely write for a lovely lady...
Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on June 25, 2007 04:57:58 AM Report
What a wonderful story this is full of warmth and imagery a joy to read.


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