Another day, another morning.
What does it bring today?
I try to flap my wings but
Alas, I am frozen
Stuck as time around me passes
Too cold to move.
I squint at the sky, wondering
When I shall be released of this torture;
When the sun will finally come out
And allow me to move,
Warm my blood and give me
The gift of flight.
The clouds block out my treasured sun
And I perch on the twig, resigned
To the thought of a frigid, immobile day.
Suddenly, a ray of sunlight peeks through
And the spark of hope I hold is ignited by its warmth.
I spread my wings and sigh in relief
Knowing that soon, I’ll be free to fly.
Meanwhile, the human over there thinks
“What a carefree little butterfly,”
“Just sitting there and doing nothing.”