Chasing Butterflies

I am standing on a hill with green grass so smooth and thin that it even seems to play with the wind and earth....as  I stand I stop rushing for a while and realize I am chasing after butterflies with a blind eye and watching fire works with an open eye ....and I think and think as the sun goes down to die as always and the moon is born again...... so I wonder what should I do now? Should I chase after butterflies? Or should I sit down and enjoy the fireworks? I now I'll never catch up to the butterflies and I am only running after them because the trees I used to trust told me so. I also know the fireworks will be there for ever.....and ever ....and ever..... so I've made up my mind I'll see the fireworks for ever and ever so I sit upon the hill with smooth grass.....and watch the fireworks.....with two open eyes.....no longer chasing after butterflies with one blind eye and watching the fireworks with the open....know I bound to trip along the way........