The Butterfly

Once there was a butterfly Who wished that she could soar— She was quite adept at fluttering, But longed for something more. If only she could be a bird, Like an Eagle, or a Wren— How proudly she could touch the sky, And be admired then. But the butterfly, she never soared, And she never touched the sky— Although she was admired, And by every passerby. Still sad it is, the butterfly, She never understood— That birds might be as butterflies, If they only brightly could!