out there in the meadow
is the butterfly
a wonderful creature
dancing in the wind
elegantly
like a ballerina
but choreographing
it’s own thing, floating freely
hither and thither,
everywhere, nowhere
seemingly without restriction,
a butterfly
uniquely
and individualistically
being itself
while still
an aspect of Nature,
a part of all else
and yet the beat of its drum
its rhythm, different, while
adapting to its surroundings,
however
not so lost
in the minutia
to go unnoticed
confident in flight,
effortlessly in transition
typifying for all else
the way to move along
peace out
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~