Thinking it can survive the rapid tides of this worldIt works and works and works until it can work no moreIs it truly happy in its confined walls of its fortressMust it work all the time to feel freedom?I say NOT; take for instance the butterflyThe butterfly is a thirsty brook longing to become a great riverIts tides blow strong so to be free and wild in the dayIts world is gentle and its sneezes are the sameIt does not live in a fortress for a worldHowever, one day the butterfly and the ant join powersOne is to gather a great meal for kingsAnd one is to provide a single moment of joyThe butterfly tells the ant to provide joy, but the ant refuses and leavesThe butterfly can’t stand this behavior and calls back the antThe ant explains that he truly does not know what “joy” isWhen the butterfly hears this, his heart sinks to hell and grows coldThe butterfly feels a great sympathy for the deprived antThe ant lives in an everlasting, inescapable hell fireThe butterfly lives in a heavenly palaceThe two are night and day!. . . never to be seen togetherThe butterfly flies away looking at the frozen image of the antIt flies closer and closer to the sun.
. . until it is never seen againBibliography:
