You flutter by, frail butterfly,
On wings of lapis lazuli.
You seem so delicate and shy
Yet fly so far and soar so high.
You are more fortunate than I.

Your life is free from complication,
Each day another celebration
Full of hope and fascination
With the earth and its creation.
Would that I felt such elation.

How different is this human race
Who spend their days in frantic haste
With harried looks on every face.
So much time we seem to waste
When there are dreams we ought to chase.

You flutter by, frail butterfly,
On whispering wings that softly sigh.
You fly so far and soar so high
On gentle breezes to the sky.
You are more fortunate than I.

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