chasing butterflies

I have always chased butterflies.

I have chased them through tall grass, over hills, and through quick rapids, as they floated away on the breeze.

I have marvelled at the beauty of their bright elegant wings. Oh, how they glide through the world with ease.

I have always chased butterflies.

I have chased them into the sky, up where the air is sweet, high into the clouds where my wild spirit is truly free.

So impossibly tempting is it to dance in the heavens. I have drifted away like a dream to places few ever see.

Oh, how I’ve loved these magical, mystical flights of fancy. It was never right or wrong, no matter how short, or how long.

But, I no longer chase butterflies. Now, I wait for butterflies.

I sit in peaceful bliss with the ones that stop to rest their wings. Grateful, until the wind takes them away, and I stay.

I admire them all just the same, but the ones on the wind are going their own way, and I no longer go off to play.

But still, my heart is a butterfly heart. My wings are butterfly wings. My dreams are butterfly dreams. My wishes are butterfly wishes.

May the wind carry you to the places you are meant to be. May you have a lifetime of happiness. May you experience the beauty of the world. May you find your own place, and your peace.

I have always been a butterfly.