Schmetterling

When I was young I’d take and take, Leaving destruction in my wake, Was little more than a common pest, But then one day after a rest, I found myself to be much more, Than what I thought I was before, No more crawling ‘long the floor, With bright and pretty wings I soar, That wormy thing I was had past, My beauty plain to see at last, Fertilising every flower, On which I land, that is my power, And my purpose on this earth, And if you would respect my worth, Just do this one thing that I ask, And please don’t keep me under glass, I’m just a pretty flying by, A ballerina of the sky, Inside this Jar I feel such sorrow, For the missing flower tomorrow.