Butterfly (poem)
One day, between the flowers and the sky,
I met the most amazing butterfly.
It sat in my hand, waiting to be caught,
And all I knew was that it caught my heart.
This butterfly became my precious friend,
Our happiness, I felt, would never end.
First, I carried my friend around.
Her feet were still unsteady on the ground.
I fed her and I slowly watched her grow.
I taught her things that she did not yet know.
My friend became as strong and tall as me.
She could explore all things that she could be.
My work was done, and now it was my turn
To take the love she offered in return.
She fed me patiently as I was growing small.
She taught me things that I could not recall.
My feet were now unsteady on the ground.
She smiled to me and carried me around.
It was so warm and cozy in her hand.
Our happiness, I felt, would never end.
One day, between the flowers and the sky,
It was my turn to be a butterfly.
I met the most amazing butterfly.
It sat in my hand, waiting to be caught,
And all I knew was that it caught my heart.
This butterfly became my precious friend,
Our happiness, I felt, would never end.
First, I carried my friend around.
Her feet were still unsteady on the ground.
I fed her and I slowly watched her grow.
I taught her things that she did not yet know.
My friend became as strong and tall as me.
She could explore all things that she could be.
My work was done, and now it was my turn
To take the love she offered in return.
She fed me patiently as I was growing small.
She taught me things that I could not recall.
My feet were now unsteady on the ground.
She smiled to me and carried me around.
It was so warm and cozy in her hand.
Our happiness, I felt, would never end.
One day, between the flowers and the sky,
It was my turn to be a butterfly.