Small and piercing,
colors alluring,
fluttering freely across the sky;
no one dares to stop the butterfly.
It lands on a flower, or maybe a child
and gives him a glow of a smile

Just a few yesterday’s ago,
how many; the number grows;
This bright butterfly was hidden and distant,
the idea seemingly non-existent.
Not always so colorful, not always so stunning;
only in the middle of becoming

Before it has a chance to shine
no one will give it the time;
The caterpillar is kicked aside,
its beauty is denied.
The same child cries out in disgust,
the promise of glamor is forgotten, the future isn’t enough;
Physical details are all that seem to matter
and anything else becomes scattered