Butterflies

I let loose my hand
Threw my palms up in the air
And saw them taking a lift
Fluttering in front of my eyes.
I never knew I was holding them
Although light as they seemed to look
Seated on my palms
I am sure I slowed myself
To facilitate their come and go
But some have been a part of my own
Until they fly for more.

Butterflies-
They should be free to come and go
When restricted they won't stay anymore
I see them fly and turn around
Gotta run
My hands are free now. :-)