Delicate wings,
so colorful.
Gliding, soaring,
flying away.
I watch the butterfly,
and wish I could fly too.
I'd be gone so fast,
you wouldn't even notice.
But I don't have beautiful wings,
like a butterfly.
I can't fly away like I wish.
So I just watch, dream,
and count my tears.
~*~ Jill ~*~