He held the butterfly close
on a terrace green and far,
not too hard, as it might scar
hopes of which nobody knows.

If only he could dare to dream
take a deep breath and spread their wings
"But this world has many vile things,"
he closed his eyes with no esteem.

She gently came along, first quietly -

"I know a lovely world out there
with birds roaming high everywhere.
Sometimes we need to be naive,
open our eyes and just believe."

And with open arms, she had set him free.