She flutters into view
Mostly sun bright and ebony polka dotted Sometimes black with orange and blue spotting She wants us to notice
We hit pause and focus
Her whispery moves Skirting open landscapes Choosing freedom Rather than the burden of
Believing that a worrisome mind Is a prerequisite to competency From here to there and over there again She ripples by Carefree as the wind that Makes flight possible Today is always fading Tomorrow already in the making But to the butterfly One day can be a lifetime.