The butterfly revels in the adoration of the sky
Its colorful wings fluttering beautifully
As it goes from flower to flower distributing its essence
Forgetful of the nights it spent
Being stomped upon and called ugly
Yesterday I was but a ray of light
Shining upon all that was around me.
Today I am a toad
Tomorrow I might be a speck of dust
To be shrugged off another’s coat,
Floating around, burdened with the crisis of my existence
Yesterday I cursed the rain for ruining my day
Today I bless it for masking my tears
The farmer thanks the Lord for his crops
The mason wishes it never rains
Tomorrow I might be rain, or maybe a grain
To sprout that the farmer might rejoice
Or fall that the mason might be annoyed
Maybe a caterpillar,
That the butterfly may be called beautiful
Or a butterfly,
That the flowers may pollinate
Whichever form I take, I shall exist
That I may serve my purpose
Whether as light to shine upon
Or as dust to be dusted away.
Or as a toad
To be a toad.
Good job dear…😍😍🔥
Thank You!
You merged and showed purpose for all. I hope we all actually find purpose in our lives.
Make I epp your life
And also satisfaction in being! Amen