Elegant Butterfly
I was in a wonderful dream,
Wherein the surrounding is clean,
There were beautiful butterflies,
Saw myself with them; highly flies,
I was one of the butterflies that flutters,
Peaking at the field and smelling fresh flowers,
Now this is what I call—a wonderful place,
The smell of fresh air gives brightness to my face,
I was living in a wonderful fairytale,
Where there are a lot of long and fabulous trails,
Everything seemed to lead into something nice,
I hear thee—is this what they call paradise?
I wanted to see more of it; I tried to soar high,
View above seemed to be great; wanted to reach the sky,
As I go higher, a plight—I've encountered; I started to twitch,
Was the problem, the wings of mine or the brawny wind? Which is which?
Then soon I've realized that it was both,
So I chose to go down despite my loath,
The wind was too impenetrable,
My wings were just not compatible,
I was just a butterfly with tiny wings,
Not suitable to fly high like other beings,
I surely am a little bit disappointed,
But my features shall still be appreciated,
I'm contented with my capabilities,
For I know that they are great abilities,
I may not be as high as the others,
But I know that I can go further