Sunday, January 24, 2010

Butterfly

Wings to fly,
For soaring high
Above the lowly ground.
Farewell to nigh.
Go touch the sky;
Horizons to be found!

A thirst to whet,
The course is set
Just through a narrow gap.
Beware, a net!
The end is met
Within the spider's trap.

No comments:

Post a Comment