Spread your wings delicate butterfly
The wind has picked up it's time to fly
Cease hiding in your isolated cocoon
Your time to rise is near, so soon.
The reckoning of beauty
Can be smelt on the passing breeze
And heard in the rustling of leaves.
As you gracefully flutter through the sky
You look down on us and wonder
Why.
Why is their world so plain?
Unlike the intricate patterns on my wings.
Why are they filled with such disdain?
They shouldn't be controlled by their mood swings.
Care less and fly with the wind
For that is the beauty of freedom,
It is the way the butterfly lives.
