The Butterfly and the Snowflake

I like to imagine that I’m a butterfly,

That can soar high in the clouds,

Then I imagine that I’m a snowflake,

With glassy ice wings for me to flutter,

Like a butterfly,

In winter, I’d be caught in a blizzard,

And bluster away all night long,

In spring I’d begin to fade away,

And lay broken upon the ground,

By summer, I’d be long gone,

Fallen and forgotten,

But in autumn I’d form again,

And fall in the later months,

I think I’d like to be a snowflake.

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