One clear blue skied day I took a walk like I would any other day and on my way back a butterfly crossed my path. Watching it closely with my eyes it seemed like it wanted me to follow it. Not wanting to, afraid of where it would lead me, I continued on my path. And every day I took my walk in rain or sunlight the butterfly would always cross my path as I came back. Then on one dark day a loved one, the closest of all, died and saddened I still took my walk and the butterfly came. Not wanting to go back, sad for the loss I had lost, I followed it not caring where it would take me. O I followed the beauty of that butterfly its gorgeous wings flapping in the wind and the places it took me though forests, mountains, cities, towns, and temples. The distance I went and the time I gave up. And in the end the place it took me was back where it all started on my path back home and it just landed there in the road and die as if it had finished its mission. And I older and wiser because of its finished mission I said my good byes thanking it for all the things it taught me and quickly making a small monument out of stones for its hard work I left. And now many years past I remember it all and I still take my walk everyday but never taking the same walk twice but taking the same path back.