Chasing Butterflies...

We live in a strange world don't we? Things that appear to be solid... inanimate objects are only left in the end... Reliance on flesh and blood seems to be an illusion... Like a kitten trying to catch a bird reflected in a stream... Just a face reflected in a stream... Without realising it, all our lives, we keep trying to catch that one little butterfly or bird without knowing whether it'll stay... Let's just admit it... All of us are like the summer wind... WE always come with the promise of staying... The smell of warm berries... of sun kissed wine... floral fragrance... but we leave as soon as autumn settles in with its golden hues...