You are like a river that runs deep, quiet, following its course.
Like a butterfly, colourful, all seeing but noiseless. Fluttering from one plant to another, so you were in the lives that you touched. Deliberately impactful.
You brightened, you glowed, you followed your course. Welcoming, simple, quietly exuding brilliance, few words delivered like an archer hitting the bull’s eye.
Like a butterfly, the wings flapping, he took his flight, on it went, disappearing from my sight, ascending quietly as he was in life, left with just your memory, oh like a butterfly
