Written by, Michael J.
Where the Butterflies Live
The butterflies landed on wildflowers.
They carried a message,
“Your serenity has been taken.”
The butterflies landed on wildflowers.
I knew how to numb,
to distract,
to be busy,
unconscious.
The butterflies landed on wildflowers.
I’d traded serenity.
I received boredom.
Not peace,
loneliness.
The butterflies landed on wildflowers.
They said,
“This right here,
The silence of wind,
The warmth on skin,
The dance of colors,
The wafts of fragrance,
The hint of sweetness
Stand in this
For this moment,
In this movement.”
The butterflies landed on wildflowers.
I reclaim serenity now.
The butterflies landed on wildflowers…
