Oh butterfly, how do you flutter by?

Oh butterfly, how do you flutter by? 

When the wind is high and the sky is blue, 

You sail along without a touch of fear, 

And never seem to know what's there to steer.

With wings of gossamer that are so light, 

And feet so tiny that you hardly seem 

To touch the ground, you flutter by so fast, 

That you are gone before you know you're past.

Sometimes you stop to sip the dewdrops bright, 

Or sip the nectar from a flower so fair; 

Then off again you go, so swift and light, 

That you are gone before you know you're there.

Oh butterfly, how do you flutter by? 

It's a mystery to me, but I must say,

I think it's very wonderful indeed, That you can fly so fast and yet be free.

Unlikely Buddha 2023