The dream of a butterfly

She was born as a beautiful butterfly,
She flew in search of a garden, her dream
But she never did find her dream any where
She flew in the solitude pain and hope
Starving for the honey of the garden of her dream

Once upon a time, she was flying very high,
She found her dream, very far in her sight,
Pounded with joy, she flew towards her dream,
The dream that she hoped, all through the years,
With so fast a pace, that she never had before.

The power of her wings was not from her body,
But from a mind with full of hope and joy,
She flew to reach her dream, before stopped by any,
She felt every second like a decade of pain,
Pain to see the garden, that made her live.

When all of sudden, she felt great pain,
Pain in her wings that made them freeze,
She was falling down, when the hope was still far
She was thrown into a desert of soreness and stings,
She lied there on the sand of extreme heat and cold,
That tortured her in for days and night.

The ache was so cruel, that she couldn’t even dream,
The dream to see the garden, that made her live,
She wept in the solitude of the cruel reality,
It will take days before she could flutter again high.
Flutter her wings, to reach the garden of her dream.

The heart of garden cried in with desperate and wild mind,
When he felt that he could not help, the fly who dreamed him
To reach out the desert to make it a garden of love,
Reach the butterfly, who hoped to reach him fast,
God blessed with wings, only the butterfly,
She lied down in the desert, in great agony
In hope to dream at least, the dream that made her live,
The dream which she searched, for her entire life of solitude