And watched the water rushing who-knows-where
Carefully she sheltered from the power of the breeze
For surely it could toss her through the air
“I’m a butterfly,” she said, “trivial and small
And in the greater scheme of things I don’t mean much at all
So I’ll flap my wings to stretch myself and just enjoy the view
I’m a butterfly, what more can I do?”
One afternoon, the butterfly asked the river
“Madam, what makes you hurry so?
What splendid destination are you rippling toward?
Where, oh, where do you go?”
The river said, “I’m headed for the ocean
And summer breeze inspires me to race
My friend, you’d love the ocean, it’s remarkable to see
Won’t you join our friendly chase?”
“I’m a butterfly,” she said, “trivial and small
And in the greater scheme of things I don’t mean much at all
So I’ll flap my wings to stretch myself and just enjoy the view
I’m a butterfly, what more can I do?”
So the butterfly, she dreamed of the ocean
He longed to flutter high above the seas
But there are dangers in the sky for a tiny butterfly
So from her branch she asked a question of the breeze
“What makes you chase the river towards the ocean?”
And the breeze told her a most amazing thing
“I’m simply made up of the currents in the air
That start from the movement of your wing, your tiny wing
“You’re a butterfly my friend, powerful and strong
And I’m grateful for the way you’ve always hurried me along
When you flap your wings to stretch yourself, it might seem small to you
But you change the world with everything you do”
So she stretched her wings and took off from the safety of his tree
And the butterfly finally saw the sea
Will Chase-The butterfly
