She's just a little girl
Chasing after butterflies
And like the Monarch butterfly
She'll put her proud colors to the wind
As she flutters by
On her own way
Chasing after her own way
For some wing-spanned exposition on life

In the cocoon
Of childhood
She was swaddled with love
And every good thing
That was put into the womb
Became the stem of her skeleton
And the buds of her bloom
For such a flower with wings
Now every wing tipped expression
Is a banner of beauty
And every whim
Carries her to the next
Incarnation of life