The Butterfly Plant

There was once a butterfly plant, that stood bold and swayed freely in a beautiful garden patch.  

The sun always seemed to find her.  

The plant grew long, healing to her truest form.  

A form none yet knew.  

Once on a bright sun,  

Her buds branched off 

And flew away on their own  

Beautiful butterflies. 

All unique colors  

Carrying a fluorescent glow.  

On they flew.  

On a personal trajectory.  

Moving different speeds.  

At different times.  

Up and down  

In Bright and dark 

All at their own pace.  

Yet they never forgot their connection,  

An unspoken truth,  

That they all came from the same  

But there they did not remain  

The sun and moon held them up  

And on their own  

They flew to their destiny  

Their own destinies  

While enjoying the company of each other  

Even just for a moment.