You're pathetically ugly, <br />thats what they all say. <br />As they frolic together, <br />in the summer and play. <br />And I'm all alone, <br />all by myself. <br />Here in my tree, <br />with nobody else. <br />But the jokes on them, <br />and soon they will see. <br />All of this beauty, <br />that lives inside me. <br />For my time will come, <br />and some day real soon. <br />When I step outside, <br />of my self woven room. <br />In my beautiful colors, <br />so pleasing to eyes. <br />That is how this butterfly flies.<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-71/
