A Butterfly flying with its wings wide open,
A moment every caterpillar dreams about,
Born in the shade of mother nature,
Building its life on its own stature.
It dreams with the first opening of its eyes,
And keeps on dreaming till it dies,
It knows its purpose of existence,
The purpose to live about in freedom.
It never searches for any stardom,
Its vision is to grow mature day by day,
It is a piece of art,
A model of beauty.
The confidence lies in every flight it takes,
As it moves with leaps and bounds,
It faces its every fear,
not being afraid of any wear and tear.
It is full of colors,
Making it a baggage of versatility,
Carrying each and every ability,
Accepting whatever may come its way with great humility.
