Chasing Butterflies

I’m really not that crazy, though you might all seem to think. I haven’t fallen off the cliff, nor even reached the brink. I have a heart that’s gentle, yet for crazy things, it tries so I stand upon this hill, chasing my own butterflies. You see, when I am walking through my garden, all alone, those butterflies, they want me, they want to take me home. So, I give in, but want them, too, and with my net I try to catch, the very essence of the butterfly, that’s what I wish to snatch. So, if you see me chasing tiny, but very beautiful, flying things, do not feel sorry, nor feel sad, for happiness it brings. I’ll let you in on a secret if you promise not to say, but the butterflies that I catch, I’ll release the very same day. The interest in the butterflies must be their tempting beauty, For nothing is more beautiful than flying butterflies, too me.