Flight of the Butterfly

The sun, it rises with endless hope,
A promise of a brand new scope.
It lights the world with a gentle slope,
And gives me strength to move and cope.

The sky, it paints with endless hues,
A canvas that's never to refuse.
It shows me the beauty of different views,
And gives me wings to explore and cruise.

The birds, they sing with endless glee,
A language that's always to agree.
They teach me how to fly and be free,
And inspire me to be all I can be.

The flowers, they bloom with endless grace,
A beauty that's never to replace.
They show me how to find my place,
And give me hope in the darkest race.

I am the sun, the sky, the birds,
The flowers that bloom with gentle words.
I am the stories that are never absurd,
And all the magic that's ever heard.

Short Title Subtitle: Rise and Shine: A Poem of Hope and Inspiration