the quiz told me i was a butterfly
i flit through life, weaving and
wondering, weaving and wondering
it told me,
“i am in a constant state of
change
always ready to break from my current
cocoon”
float through skies of crystal blue
dash through blades of green
in and out
fluttering wings
trying new things
unfurl color across my back,
delicate, frail, but they travel
with me
to far away places
or to the luscious flower
i so graze by
i love to be a butterfly
