Sitting at the window and looking outside, I see a butterfly
moving around fluttering its blue wings in the blue sky...
up and down, round and round, low and high..
and then after a while near the flowers it comes by.
It rests itself on one of the flowers and sucks in nectar sweet.
Meanwhile I imagine the pollens being exchanged by its feet.
Each one for the other is thus a retreat..
And then the next flower the butterfly goes to greet.
I wonder.. Aren't our lives quite similar???
Each one of us playing sometimes the roles of the butterfly or the flower...
The butterfly comes and changes the flower's life forever
and the flower knows that the butterfly it might get to see never.
So is our life sometimes touched and forever changed...
But can't keep holding back 'cause everything in this world is already arranged.
Thus life is a journey each one has to go on...
On their way touching as many other lives as they can before the dawn.
