Happiness is like a butterfly
floating, fluttering without weight
gliding in the warm summer breeze.

Happiness is like a butterfly
a fair-weather friend.
Preferring sunny afternoons in fragrant gardens
vanishing when a storm rumbles by,
flying away when the cold winds blow.

Happiness is like a butterfly
always sought for, pursued
with a net in hand and
a jar to confine.

Happiness is like a butterfly
floating above your head
making you look Up
teasing you, flitting its delicate wings.

Happiness is like a butterfly
when you have finally caught it,
you marvel at its brightness
and feel like you lack nothing in life.

Happiness is like a butterfly
after hours of enjoying your catch
you realize that you have to let it go
so you watch it spread its powder-coated wings and fly.
hoping it will return soon
and knowing that it will.