Butterflies in my heart

What is it about butterflies, that draws out our sense of wonder?
Why does the child in us run free, seeing their sun-filled existence?

Dancing in the breeze, why do they evoke a sense of light-hearted freedom,
Of living in the now, that few other experiences allow.

Could we live with butterflies dancing in our heart,
Knowing life’s brevity is matched by the vibrant colours of our existence