Butterfly

These days
I am a butterfly.
Thriving on ideas
fluttering from one to another.
drinking the sweet taste of nectar,
Keeping me moving.

Floating with the wind,
to the next flower,
new colors, new life,
Will I miss the beauty
if I stay in one garden?

Aroma of growth
the scent of a changing season,
Freshens my heart
Enlivens my soul.
I drift and soar from flower to flower,
purposefully in mind,
aimlessly to the smaller eyes.

One might call me noncommital.
I feel committed to all.
As I am nurtured
I nurture.
These days,
I am a butterfly.