Wings flowing back and forth
Keeping little butterfly up
Wind challenging the little insect
Strong breezes tumbling
To the north
The little butterfly must go
The road not easy nor perfect
No time for bumbling
The bees may rumble and bumble
But not little butterfly
Little butterfly is silent and graceful
Now which of the two survives?
Sometimes I feel like a bee being loud and obnoxious. Other times I feel as if I am the butterfly keeping to myself; floating through life quietly. There is a time and place for both. If you are a bee at the wrong time you pay the consequences. If you are a butterfly at the wrong time you miss out on certain opportunities in life.