dear butterfly

Dear butterfly, I found u on the ground. The remains of ur wings in pieces on the ground not yet collecting dust for your soul freshly departed from this body (I hold now in my left hand). As I write I feel. My heart feels you near. My heart sends your love. My heart mourns your loss yet I know you don't (mourn). Though as beautiful as it is, these wings had a purpose, and now they're free to collect in the surface, of earth, and break free like all things are meant to be.Particle by particle, the dust that in time will be these wings, never you, for the wings were not you, but your vehicle. and you used your vehicle quite well. You started out embedded in the earth eating leaves until they were free of leaves and bare. Good appetite you had so you can mature and swivel yourself into a cocoon for what seems like a long time. when it was time to come out, you struggled,but you took your time. you struggled as you needed to do. They say butterflies who have never struggled at 1St never end up making it past the nest but you did. You faced the challenge, you persevered and thru patience the time came near and you broke free and wandered endessly thru the breeze, beyond the trees. You fed for a while and then you danced again with the wind as your partner and friend. You flowed with ease. Many became inspired just by glancing at you. You never had to try to be your best,just the nature of your free spirit showed the rest how to live life free, without entertaining a thought for its never really more important than living life lightly. Now you've departed fro
this shell and gently you're reminding me to live as if noone else, is watching or judging outloud, that's their stuff. Can I be free?
That's eventually perhaps what we're all meant to be.