I dreamed I was a butterfly,
inside a tight cocoon.
Did I crawl upon the ground,
will I have freedom soon?
It seems that I remember leaves,
did I take a bite or two?
So long ago it seems right now
wrapped up in my cocoon.
I had a dream of freedom
and flying toward the sky.
I will not die but be born again,
as a beautiful butterfly!

My poem topics are many.
My poetry is never too long to read.
Stop in.

© John