Butterflies Fly Free
Softly they rise on gilded air,
Wings like petals, light and fair—
Drifting through the morning’s gleam,
Dancing in a waking dream.
No map they need, no compass true,
Butterflies fly free and few
Know the weight of unseen strings,
Or how silence sings of wings.
Born from stillness, deep and tight,
In a chrysalis of night—
They emerged with breathless grace,
Time and time, they won the race.
No crown, yet regal in their flight,
Clothed in colors spun from light
Sapphire, amber, flame, and rose—
Whispers where the wild wind goes.
They sip from blooms that nod and sigh,
Beneath the vast and boundless sky
No hurry marks their fragile way—
They drift as if to say
"We carry no name, no debt, no plea,
No past that chains, no fixed decree.
We are the moment, bright and brief—
Butterflies fly free. Fly free. And believe."
So let us learn from those who soar
On zephyrs we can’t even feel—
That freedom isn't loud or grand,
But a quiet choice to simply be—
To lift, to trust, to drift, to see—
And like the butterfly, release
The weight we thought would bring us peace.
For in the air, where grace takes wing,
The truest souls learn how to sing—
Not with voice, but with the art
Of beating wings against the heart.
Yes—
Butterflies fly free.
And so, at last, might we.
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