The lost butterfly …
Do you remember when,
Many seasons ago,
Amidst the spring breeze,
The warmth of the sunshine,
You was the dancing zesty butterfly ah,
Amidst the flower booms,
The sweet scent of lavender,
Yet this poor butterfly,
Caught in the intrigues of man,
Gathers gloom, disillusioned,
What is gained in pursuit,
Does it compensate what is lost?
What is attained in bliss,
Does not come in pursuit, nor struggle, nor fighting,
But in tranquility,
in being at peace at oneself,
In contentment,in forgiveness,
In being that zesty dancing butterfly,
That you once were,
Hard indeed, for one to ever experience the intrigues of man,
And yet see the bright side of all life,
For it is such folks,
Who can truly light up this gloomy world many folds …
Whoever can understand this,
No matter where they are, who they are,
Happiness will always cling to them,
For they will always be amidst the dancing butterflies in the winds,
The blooming flowers,
the gentle spring breeze last spring …
Bunny the Zoologist Up ..
