Butterflies Don’t float around Saying “Look at me!” Or hope to be found. They don’t ask for attention Or to be admired They won’t seek recognition Or beg for your desire.
Their patterns stand out Their colors shine bright And without even trying Their wings catch our eyes. But it doesn’t matter If we’re here or gone Or if their beauty is noticed, They’ll fly on.
I won’t ask Won’t beg, won’t seek Anyone to Admire me. My colors will shine Even if they’re not awed So despite recognition I’ll fly on.