I am a butterfly,
Flitting from flower to flower.
Don't count on me to settle.
I will be gone within the hour.
I am the tide,
Constantly turning.
Yet there's a fire within me,
Constantly burning.
I am a lively melody,
Traipsing from note to note.
The fire inside fuels it
And keeps it afloat.
I am the wind,
Always changing direction,
Yet blowing with fervor and passion,
Occasionally calming for reflection.
I am not a tree.
I will not stand still.
I will not stand there satisfied
Or cause that fire to be killed.
My spirit will never rest,
Flitting and shifting, it is in constant motion.
Its fire burns and its tide turns;
Its melody sings with deep emotion.
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