As the sun comes out
From behind the clouds,
Cocoon cracks slowly.
Light pours in.
The baby butterfly,
All dressed
In blue and white
For the Ball,
Takes flight.
A low cower
At first, then higher
Until he reaches the tower,
To land
On Fairy Princess' hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is just magical.