Prose

If I was only a small caterpillar, I would have crawl all the way to your garden. No matter the miles or the birds flying high above your roof top. No matter of big shoes crushing on me or that it would take long before I would find you again. If only I could reach your garden in time for the my rebirth, then I would gladly go.
If I was only a butterfly, just hatch from my little cacoon in your little garden, even when given only the time of a month to live, I would follow your every step on this green earth. To learn about you and your likes. To follow you and cycle around you, high above your hear or low as your legs as I can go, even without you noticing my presents. I would gladly go. For there is no reason for you to know me as I have already know you and me for both of us. As I slowly glide to the floor and the coldness of the night hits my wings, I could see all those time that I have spend being around you. Even though you could not see me and be stepped on by your gigantic shoes.