The Butterflies Grace

Oh How It Would Feel To Not Be Me

How would it feel to be a stream?

To absorb the suns gentle warm beam

Oh how it would feel to be able to flee

Flowing in the direction I want to be

I wonder what it feels like to be a tree

Growing so tall, growing so free

Having roots deep in the ground

Where they all go no one has found

I ponder how it feels to be a cloud

Flying high in the sky feeling so proud

Drifting around not a care in sight

I would be safe and feel light

If I think for a moment and see

All of these things I can be

I don't need to be a cloud, a stream or a tree

All I need to do is be me