Butterfly

Once there was a butterfly in my palm, but I let it flew. Not because I don't love it, but because I wanted it to enjoy with 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 me...