All she wanted was a little control,
control of the life she thought she owned.
Frail and bones, almost gone,
she was slipping away and didn't even know.

Then a butterfly hovered by her ear,
and fluttered its fragile wings for her to hear.
"Such an amazing thing," she thought,
"in such a delicate, little body."

So she got up from that yellow flower field,
and grew some wings to fly far, far away.