A butterfly seems to know no direction,
As it flitters back and forth.
Yet it always lands on the tastiest flower,
And fills itself of its sweet nectar.
Little do we know its intent
Or just where it will land.
It has a puzzling direction,
Seemingly, not knowing where to go.
Life can be a puzzle to many,
Who just seem to get carried
Along with the masses direction.
Hoping one day to understand.
Love ya!
Jane