14 May, 2011

Free, Like a Butterfly

Sometimes I wish I was as free as a butterfly,
I wouldn’t know what to do.
Maybe I would glide from flower to flower,
Or bask in the warm sun.

I do not know a reason why,
But sometimes when I am feeling blue.
I wish I had the power,
Away I wish I could run.

Above and beyond without even a try,
To a place that is true.
Above all others I would tower,
Only then my journey done.


Sometimes I wish I was as free as a butterfly,
I wouldn’t know what to do.
Maybe I would glide from flower to flower,
Or bask in the warm sun.

6 comments:

magiceye said...

beautiful

Jacob said...

Free as a butterfly is a good metaphor. Nice poem, too!

Creative post.

Have a wonderful day. I'm going to have a flamingo fling. Whatever that means! :-)

texwisgirl said...

that was lovely.

Mama Zen said...

Lovely!

String said...

Nice one - fly free butterfly!

uncertainhorizon said...

Thank you all for the wonderful comments.

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