'She' was but a fly,
With wings, stripes like butterfly's
She dreamt of skies,
To sore high and high,
Before that moment,
when the zephyr whispered, smiled,
Sweetly, serenely,
In her hearts's eyes,
In pious, utmost delight,
And made her realise:
'Your world itself is a beautiful surprise,
That's tremendous enough to take ya miles!'