Live bold as the butterfly.
Why is it one can fear change?
Do we wake in terror to the rising sun,
each new and glorious day.
Does the shifting axis that places us under new stars
Is it frightful when dreary Winter days
are brightened by Summer’s advancement
upon them with Spring’s army of blossoms
and warm breezes?
Does the butterfly hide in its cocoon
afraid of its own metamorphism?
Or does it live bold
and spread its wings to uncharted skies?
There is change in your heart and your breath
as you stroll down the path.
Through rocky hills, and windy shores,
along with your movement
There is no constant.
Do not drown yourself
with fathom fears
in the lake of insecurities.
I tell you live bold as the butterfly.