Do butterflies realize their beauty, The wonderful way in which they fly, Or do they compare themselves to every insect Wondering if they should hide their colorful wings with dye.
Do they admire their wing’s softness Their calming patterns, soft and light Or do they think there’s something wrong with them If there's something faulty with their size
Do they hate carrying the weight of those stunning patterned wings Do they ask themselves why they don't look the same Or do they realize it is because they're queens.
Do they recognize they have nothing to be jealous of. That they’re special and unique Those wings are part of who they are And without them, they would just be weak.
Do butterflies realize their wings’ beauty And know they need them to reach the sky Because without them they would be incomplete And would remain “butter” without “fly”.