I watch you dancing on the air
In free-style choreography,
Dip and glide, three-quarter time
the melody played silently.
No need to fear me, no indeed.
I wouldn’t harm you, butterfly,
You are misnamed, you gorgeous thing,
You should be called a flutterby.
Once you were an ugly worm,
Before you burst from your cocoon.
Now I wonder what you were
Back when I might have stepped on you.
I'm glad your poetry class has inspired you to do this. I especially like the first verse.
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