Dancing Among the Flowers
We are like butterflies flitting through fields. Every so often we find each other dancing among the flowers and - oh! It does so fill your soul! The caterpillars watch us. Our freedom scares them, you know. They are afraid to want it. They are afraid of the lack of boundaries. They are afraid of the same judgments they pass on us. They whisper to each other to reassure themselves that they are right to stay safely crawling across the stems and leaves. If they didn’t judge and whisper, they might weep. Afraid to hope. Afraid to dream.
Keep dancing, and keep smiling at them, as they eye you suspiciously. Give them the hope they’re afraid to even ask for.
(Thanks for the inspiration, Gypsy Jema.)