I wish I were a butterfly
And could have enjoyed the creativity of God
And would have been able to fly
To capture in my eyes the beauties of Lord.
I wish I were being sat on a flower
Doing nothing but dating it with Love
All the time enjoying the beauty of the flower
And giving limitless hugs to express my love.
I wish I were been collecting honey
By kissing it in the most passionate way
And no one would have compared the love with money
And the impression I could have captured in clay.
Oh! No!! I woke up and did discover
I was doing nothing but dreaming
when realized me underneath of woolen cover
And out of sarcasm I went on crying.
