For every graceful butterfly
that guilds the yawning sky
there's an earthbound warty toad
that's oh so shy
and glumly wonders why
it doesn't have the gear to fly
but as it mopes around the moor
and takes a moment to mature
it finds another mode
better than before
then understands for sure
you don't need wings to soar.
Are You Reading Me?
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