Like a Butterfly

The wandering soul, like a butterfly,

Flies from one world to the next, endlessly.

In search of meaning, of a guiding light,

She seeks her truth in the darkness of night.

Like a ship on rough seas, she sails,

Navigating through the storms of life's trails.

But she holds on, despite all her trials,

For she knows that the truth will soon unveil.

Along her way, she makes friends so true,

Lost souls like herself, seeking what is due.

Together they move forward, they support,

And together they find their way to comfort.

The soul is like a leaf, carried by the wind,

Blown away by gusts that she cannot bend.

But she knows that her fate is written in stone,

And she will find her place, all on her own.

The path of the soul is long and hard,

But she does not give up, she does not fall apart.

For she knows that truth is there to find,

And she will, no matter what it may bind.

And when she finally finds the light,

She feels at peace, finally in sight.

For She knows that her journey was just,

And she has found what she was seeking, she must trust.