Fly High Poem by HARI KRISHNAN

Venture out little butterfly
Try it out sneakily
Gratifying may be your repose
Cocoon is not your abode
Soaring high is your voyage,
Fly high, fly high.

Flowers are fragrance laden
Trees await with fruits
Clouds are set to shower
Winds are keen to blow
Carpet woven by the Garden
Laid for your flights.

Flutter your wings strongly
Effort fast and launch to sky
Bring out the captured joy
Fly high, fly high.