A butterfly flies like the dreamers of the world,
It wings flutter and float,
as it searches for the essence of hope.
It searches for the ‘live’
and the happiness in life,
the purpose and meaning of truth,
the love to bring in the light.
Though the butterfly learns
it cannot live for something else,
as it searches for the flowers in bloom,
in hopes of sharing the nectar,
For the dream to live
and live on one’s occasion.
Since it is its life,
It’s essence and power,
to simply make it.
A dream come true.