&+Once there
was a butterfly in my palm, but I let it fly.
Not because I don't love it but because
I wanted it to enjoy with the flowers and the bees.
Keeping it in my palm won't make it the best butterfly it can be.
So, from a distance, I'm happier watching it fly and play in
the garden while the sun is
still shining.
Because when the rain comes,
I'll know, if it truly loves me, it will fly back to my
care.
