Member Poem

O sweet butterfly.
You can fly so smoothly,
and you fly.
I wonder if this is the reason they call you a butterfly.

I watch you in the garden every day.
You look confused.
I notice your every expression.
I read you.
You can’t choose.
Seeing all those colourful and blossomed flowers, it’s hard for you to choose.
You take a while.
You hover over them.
It’s hard for you to pick the first one from the garden or of the day.
I wonder if you do this in other gardens too,
or only in mine.
But you still choose the one, the first one.
I know it is difficult to do.
I can relate to that.
I have so many childhood memories related to that action.
I believe there’s still a child left in you.
Like me.
Like others.
Like everyone.
Like that sparrow who tweets the wonderful song it heard on the way to the garden.
Or like that spider in the corner who still jumps in glee whenever it feels a brief movement in its web.
But you still choose the first one.
It might not be the one you hoped for.
But you still choose.
You’re brave.

O sweet butterfly.
You can fly so smoothly,
And you fly.
I wonder if this is the reason they call you a butterfly?

Sometimes I wonder where do you come from.
Where do you live?
Which path do you take to reach the garden?
Do you like to fly over the houses and the buildings, or over the cars and the roads.
I wonder what do you see.
I wish I could see what you see.
I wish I could feel what you feel.
I wish.
I wonder if you think the same about me.
I wonder if you know I’m there, adoring your beauty and savouring every moment.
I wonder if you feel frightened when you see me from a distance, or happy.
I hope you're happy.
I hope.
I know these flowers, they are happy with your touch.
They wait for you.
Like me.
Like others
Like everything.
Like the breeze that stays calm and cold to give you a little push.
Or like those bees who fall asleep waiting, in the flowers to have a glance of you.
You still come.
You know about everything.
You still come with no pride.
You're wonderful.

O sweet butterfly.
You can fly so smoothly,
And you fly.
I wonder if this is the reason they call you a butterfly.