Flying in the wind,
Then there came this little child
Hoping all the way.
He saw me fly with my pretty wings
And looked at me wit awe;
Then i sat on a lily flower
And he came close to me.
He picked me up wit his hands,
I thought he would lemme fly;
But he plucked away my pretty wings
And dropped me to the ground!
My wings are broken i cant fly;
I am in trembling pain.
Now I'm not a butterfly,
I have no wings to fly!!
-George Mammen Koshy
