Butterfly

At times it seems lonely, at times it seems weak
For its not sure where to go, near nor far
It ponders, it wonders, it stumbles and at times crumbles
Fear and fright, how it so wants to take flight, happy and free for it yearns to emerge from its chrysalis
A godly breath emerges under its wings
It now knows where it must go
At last it takes to the air, shes beautiful and rare-shes a butterfly
She must take to the sky for she knows life will pass by
Shes a rare, beautiful butterfly.