Butterflies
Pause, listen come with me.
Take my hand, listen to the wind.
She comes, she leaves; change.
When it comes, please be prepared.
Don't let the moment pass by.
I've waited for this.
Man, I've seen a lot of things.
Been, through this before.
No one believed I could change.
They didn't think I could make it.
They talked about me.
Their expectations were low.
Never once did they see.
The winds' best partner thrills me.
Her friend is the butterfly.
Butterflies come here.
Soar through the sky and be mine.
Go with the wind now.
What are butterflies you ask?
Butterflies are peaceful souls.
They get me through life.
I know this without a doubt.
So really; what are butterflies?
Butterflies are nice
They have really pretty wings
So many colors
They glide in the wind
They are so photogenic
They are sweet as pie
Butterflies are all different
Not one is the same
Butterflies come in all shapes
They shine in the sun everyday
Butterflies like wind
They like air going through their wings
It gives them a chill
They are first caterpillars
They are so small and light green
They eat leaves all day
When they eat they grow so big
They start making their bed
Their bed is called a cocoon
They work so hard to build it
They sleep in their bed
They stay in their cocoon for weeks
Some stay in for months
After that process is over
They become pretty butterflies
They are ready to fly
See the beautiful world ahead
Fly through the sunlight
Love to fly to feel weather
Feeling cold wind hit their wings
They like cold wind better
Well I would like it better
Only if I was one
They are amazing creatures
How vibrant are their colors.
Their colors vary.
Blue, red, yellow, black, orange.
They mix very well.
They have so many.
The colors of the rainbow.
All among their wings.
They love the way the wind flows.
Such peaceful creatures are they.
Love the way they fly.
Love the way they fly so high.
They land so softly
They glide so quickly and nice.
Seeming innocent to me.
The way they glisten.
The way they play with the wind.
The way that they roam.
How the wind takes over them.
They go all around the world.
Looking at flowers.
The flowers smell so delicious.
To the butterflies
Its time to make baby eggs.
So they can be colorful.
They will be pretty.
Pretty little butterflies
They are oh so small
Caterpillars they are now
Butterflies they are later
They must eat a lot
So they can have energy
To make their soft bed
Life can be so amazing
Everything falls together
Now this is the end . . .