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FussEpoet
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Sat 06/13/15 11:20 AM
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CONVERSATION WITH A BUTTERFLY
As I sat one day just doin' time Way too much life upon my mind A butterfly did come my way At my feet it rested on that day I looked at it - so simple, pure So unlike my life - this world So I asked this butterfly, you see "What'�s it like to be so free?" The butterfly stared at me in awe It said, "What kind of trip you on?" I said, "You just fly to and fro, and collect nectar to help you grow. The wind it blows you wild and true, you live so unlike my life, you do. Now, I really want to know for me, what's it like to be so free?" It said, "Yes I'll tell you, yes I'��ll say, You think that I'��m so free each day. Such thousands plus of miles I roam, with nowhere that I can call home. Each animal I come across, from birds and frogs, and cats with paws, I'��m so small and fragile yes indeed, It takes not much to destroy me! Whether for food or just for fun, I must move quick, but I can'��t run God gave me wings and fragile nerves to survive within this scary world". "My colors - blue, black, orange, and gold, They help me keep this life I hold God gave me all to buy me time, to insure I pass on all that'��s mine Yet in my search to pass on life A journey of trials - so many do die!" Its wings unfurled, and it took flight It paused in front of face and sight Its parting words were true and grim, It said, "We'��re all stuck with the shape we'��re in! Let's make the most of each our lives If you will, I will, and by and by Let us never falter on each our paths Let'��s not worry a��bout what we don'��t have". "Within each world all life's the same For large or small it's not a game Let us live our lives and do our best To pass this message on to all the rest!" I was in so in tears by this time, see This tiny creature had humbled me I have so much freedom it won'��t know So many nectars to help me grow I have tools in words, and deeds, and prayer And I decided as I sat right there If I never forget this insects words I will never again think this life absurd I ran after it - a shouting fool, I said "I have learned so much this day from you, and you'��ll probably never speak again, but know so well this day you have helped a friend!" |
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Love it, Thanks so much FussEpoet |
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existencialism
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Very nice, thanks for sharing.
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