A butterfly is nothing like a bird.

Birds’ wings are far more broad than her wings spread. 

The song she sings is one that's not been heard,

While songs birds sing are bold and loudly said.

A butterfly is nothing like a tree.

Dainty is she but through the sky she soars.

A tree stands tall but can never run free.

Her wings open and out the color pours.

A butterfly is something like the moon.

The moon hides out until it's time to shine.

The butterfly comes out of a cocoon,

And there she stands, a beautiful design.

To her old life she says a brief goodbye,

But now she is a lovely butterfly.