I don't want to be a butterfly.
Not just yet
Just not now.
I don't want to be a butterfly.
I have yet to try every leaf,
Every petal,
Every herb.
I don't want to be a butterfly.
My legs work just fine,
Why need wings?
Why take flight?
I don't want to be a butterfly.
So much to do
So little time.
Why must I be a butterfly?
When I have yet to be a caterpillar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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