Sometimes I envy the butterflies,
They dress so beautifully you see.
As they dance their way across the skies,
Like maids at a ball happy and carefree.
Yet no lady could ever match their style,
Their gowns are so unique.
They adorn the world for a short while,
Then it just seems they're gone so quick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem