Dreams

She floats in mid-air on her wings;
Sits on flowers, feeding,
Dances and prances in gardens,
Loved by everybody.

I am a creepy bug on the ground,
Crawling desperately,
And counting my days, until I become,
A butterfly...

Far from flying high,
I am scurrying about,
On a piece of ground,
Where I hide.

Afraid to see the world,
To find myself too small,
Afraid to soar high
That I might fall down.

Despised I am by the world,
Pitied, kicked at and abused,
Up there, the moon and the stars call out to me,
And I can't decline.

For one day I'll fly,
Beyond the dizzy heights of the Sky!
Beyond fears, across the world,
And meet its people.

And then I'll see
The beauty of Nature Evergreen,
And hear everybody laughing and saying,
"What a beautiful butterfly!"