The Butterfly- a poem

WHILE at a crossroad in my life,

And looking for a sign,

I came across a token found

Along the path of mine.

A simple stone, not very large,

And yet it caught my eye.

It sat upon the ground so clear,

Beside a butterfly.

AND soon the butterfly began

To carry on with flight.

Yet left behind, still on the ground,

The stone was in my sight.

And so I picked it up and thought

I’d carry it with me.

Shortly, like the butterfly,

My mind became set free.

SOMETIMES we ponder so in life,

We fail to see the light.

It took a butterfly and stone

To help me take my flight.

Retm