A Time Without A Butterfly

With fluttering wings I take flight as I hear
The voice of one who desires to know me
His varied queries seek to understand the mind of a butterfly
But gently I fly among his questions
Eluding answers with questions of my own

I tell him that perhaps there is beauty in my confusion
With each inquiry you find the wisdom in yourself
I am not sent here to answer
My visitation is to help you see there should never be
A time without a butterfly