The Butterfly and Dragon

The Butterfly and Dragon

This butterfly had landed,on the tips of quiet fingers,
soft upon her wings,as she stilled her flipping wingers,
she said with a heavy sigh,
I can't soar in a Dragon's sky,
not even as far as the dragon is high...
then came along,so tiny and young,
the smallest of dragons,resting on my thumb,
he said with a sigh,how tired am I,
a puff of smoke, may go higher than I,
when will I ever be touching the sky?
why am I not so pretty,as this butterfly?
the butterfly she heard his cry,she felt his pain,
she went under his wing when it began to rain,
then she said with a tear in her eye,
we have each other,to try again try,
helping and supporting like true friends,
hope this friendship never ends
Lifting your spirits as you lift mine,
working together,we'll be just fine...
LonelySoul