A Reed by the River/Art

by Virginia Woodward Cloud

ART

A white moth wing in the candlelight
A butterfly blue in the sun,
A song that lives or dies in a night,
They are all one, all one.

For the white moth wing may waft a thought,
The butterfly touch the blue
Ere it fail, and the spirit of song be fraught
With an echo for you, for you.

Then song be forgot, or wing be burned
Each shall have had its day,
The flight to the sun and the lesson learned
Even in God's old way.