Today, I walked along
A dirt path, led by a little furry friend
When from out of nowhere
I saw a yellow butterfly
Flapping its wings
Not going anywhere in particular
But just flapping through the winds and
Little spaces of nature
Without a care in a world
I gazed at it
As it went up and down
A photograph reel playing over and over again
Until it finally moved on
I thought back to same yellow butterfly
I saw along the marsh paths of my old city
When I was much younger
Little me would think
"Oh, how far this butterfly has travelled
Just to see me
Just to find me"
But somehow as I grew and grew
I started realizing other things
One, how wrong I was
Two, how little I was
Three, how the same child back then
Had so much more to know
And still do until now
Still a little child
Still gazing at butterflies playing again and again
The world doesn’t stop when you want it to
Flowers do not bloom for you
Trees do not grow for you
And most of all,
Butterflies do not fly for you
They just do -
And that’s okay.
Because even if the world doesn’t move for you
And will continue to after you’re gone
You are a little part of the universe’s
Enduring song
And you will flap along your own path
You will see the rocks and skies
That you do not own
And you will find that magic
Does not need to come from your own hands
Because all around you, there is magic
You yourself are magic
In you are the flowers, trees, and butterflies
The world itself
You are your own butterfly.
Give yourself a break, alright?
You are the butterflies. You are magic.