Butterflies everywhere,
fluttering around with no care.
Wings shining in the sun,
flying around having fun.

Little Moth, only one around,
flapping around, always with a frown.
Tiny wings, cloudy though strong,
never wanting to do any wrong.

But then Little Moth found its way,
following the path of ones rarely seen.
Away from the shadows did the moth stray,
away from the darkness did the moth ween.

Into the sunlight, flying by,
other moths having a good ole time.
Farther and farther did Little Moth climb,
never before flying so high.

Then Little Moth wasn't alone,
finally feeling happy and freed.
Flight has now sprouted like a tiny seed,
all of the colors now being shown.