How are you butterfly?

As you fly.

No matter what.

Even when the rain comes.

You glimmer with all the colors.

How lucky are you.

That you can fly above.

Kiss a flower.

Not knowing that your life is short.

As you fly again.

I wish that peoples lives are just like yours.

So they can fly above others.

Fly even though misery occurs.

And die a peaceful death in the end.