“A girl stands In a meadow under a golden light
Around her butterflies take gentle flight
Each one a symbol, a tale taking off with the wings of a monarch’s glide
A sign of hope, a beacon, a guide
The butterfly dance weaves trails of paths anew
Where her dreams once were fading now became renewed
Whispers of transformation are heard in the sky
Fly beauties fly
She smiles and steps into the breeze
Her spirit soaring like the butterfly with ease
For every butterfly, every hue
Is a piece of her, timeless and true
Each one a story from her life, from her soul
Each one flying off with a part of her to remind others too
That some endings are beginnings in a clever disguise
So try to live your life to the fullest at every sunrise…”
Poem by me…
Sasysquatchgirl 