Flight Of Thought

A rain forest trip I took one day,
Sun filtered thru the trees.
The path meandered in the mist,
A butterfly followed me.

Eratic but with purpose,
Those purple wings did beat.
I stopped there as it fluttered.
And soon I fell asleep.

I dreamed I was a butterfly,
As I slept neath a tree.
The butterfly then feel asleep,
And dreamed that he was me.

Then we awoke together,
Still tangled in our dream.
Both sitting there as one.
Or so it seemed to be.

Rain forest man and butterfly,
Tell me reader if you can.
Am I a dreaming butterfly?
Or just a sleepy man?

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