Way Of The Butterfly
“Plucking Flowers To Where The Butterflies Come.”-Bodhidharma
Fluttering on through the summer breeze,
with a heart that’s soft and a pace at ease.
With a life that frolics through wanderlust,
like a breeze in the air and a sparkle of dust.
I gasp an aroma of something sweet,
Just to flutter a little more for something to eat.