Treasure

Mind of a butterfly,
hovering over a flower
even when it’s taking a nap
with its wings folded;
Flower is THE treasure of a butterfly.

What is my treasure?
Who is my treasure?
My mind;
Where is it wandering around?
Where is it snooping around?

My delighted smile;
Sweet dreaming?
Not because of a vision of Jesus;
I am still a butterfly
even with my feeble flip-flap.

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