Open Blue Sky

The heart flutters like the butterfly.
Uneasy, romantic, colourful,
Always on a high.
Not sure what it wants,
Not sure what it'll get.

Hopping from one bright flower to another,
Looking for some solace, some nectar.
Believes the bright colors will rub on,
And it will have a red rose of its own.

It flutters over the bud,
pamper it...
Caresses it...
Plays with it...
And the world gets centered around it.

But one fine day,
The bud withers away,
The heart is broken,
Sad and forlorn.

Till it spots another at a distance.
And the never ending story starts again...

Only if the butterfly could see itself in the mirror.
How see beautiful it is.
More beautiful than all the roses and flowers in the garden.
It would fall in love with itself.
And fly away singing, carefree in the open blue sky.