I hope my soul will be a butterfly
as all the ancient legends seem to say,
it would be wonderful if when I die
in God’s great tranquil garden I could stay.
For some say butterflies are souls re-born
and I would like to think that thought is true,
we leave this life to find a higher dawn
and rise to greater things in pastures new.
Maybe our souls wander through history,
go back and see ourselves in times long gone
when other futures we could not fore-see
we did not know our essence could live on.
My soul would love to be a butterfly
and flutter close whenever you’re nearby.
© Stella Armour 2017