Little did I knew I was a butterfly Trying to fit in In a flock of birds Trying to find seeds of survival. Admired the free bird in the flock Always knew that it's hard to merge here Maybe one day I'll be in peace in this captive place. Always left behind With my weak bright wings Not made to fly towards the sky Like my fellow folks. Clapping through the sun Flowed down my face Tears of happiness Today when I noticed That I should fly for my flowers. In the end I was not a weak winged bird Am vibrant winged flower finder Flying towards this sweet scent With a smile...momentary Of Stressed Solace A beautiful butterfly That even the free bird admired.